“I’m going to breakfast,” said Deborah. “Put our laundry in the dryer after another forty minutes.” It was only right that Flower should have to help since she caused the laundry problem.
“So Alison, did anything interesting happen last night?” asked Ami.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” said Deborah. She took a bite of her eggs and then stabbed a strip of bacon with her fork.
Ami smiled. “I saw Flower stumbling back from the room last night. Anise and her were in another dormroom partying.”
“Anise and Flower are friends?”
“No,” said Ami. “They were just partying. Anise woke me up and grumbled about some hippie bitch who had too much alcohol.”
“That sounds like Flower,” said Deborah. “I put her to bed and she woke up cranky and with a headache.”
“Well was she at least too out of it to find out about your nighttime stuff?”
Deborah’s face felt warm, but she nodded.
“Good.” Ami took a bite of her omelet and then started to scoop up another piece with her fork. “Now we can concentrate on the rest of the week of boredom.”