Since it was already p. They had experienced quite a bit of tension lately due to the fact that, unbeknownst to Irina, Lori had switched from a mild case of Buddhism to hardcore Evangelical Christianity during the previous summer. The previous year, she recalled, Lori had been a nerdy but nonetheless gregarious freshman.
Since her spiritual rebirth, however, the two roommates began to experience some tension. To avoid stirring up discussions, Irina proceeded with caution. She slipped the key into the lock noiselessly, then felt her way into the living room without turning on the lights.
In her painstaking effort not to wake up her roommate, she stumbled over a backpack, leaned on a little table to catch her balance and knocked off a lamp. An inquisitive light appeared underneath the bedroom door. Sorry about that! I was trying not to wake you up! Lori was perched on the upper bunk since Irina was scared of heights. She was dressed in a Hello Kitty pink nightgown. As it turns out, the whole thing was based on a misunderstanding.
Nor a sculptor for that matter. A few rapid knocks on the door interrupted their conversation. Irina went to the door and peered carefully through the peephole. She was surprised to see Christine, her freshman year roommate. The two of them got along okay, given that they were polar opposites. Christine was the perfect sorority girl: athletic a member of both the rowing and the swimming teams , popular, and exceedingly social.
She was as disciplined about going out to parties at the eating clubs on Thursday through Sunday nights to which, to her credit, she was invited by junior and senior men as she was about waking up bright and early at a. Which made Irina feel like an experiment in cryogenics despite swaddling herself in the five exotic, camel wool blankets shipped express by ship by her grandmother directly from Romania.
