“My body was not made to withstand such stress!” I told her, grinning and sinking gratefully onto my desk chair.
Because The Roommate’s older sister has been planning to surprise her here at school for more than a month.
And there have been Facebook messages between Sister and I, with me cautiously waiting until The Roommate was long out of the room to read the message.
There have been text messages between the two of us, with her entered in my phone under a fake name, and me taking care not to leave my phone lying around in The Roommate’s presence.
And finally, Sister arrived not an hour ago. I spent the two hours before her arrival having what can only be called a Freak Out Moment.
The Roommate downstairs in a friend’s room, I checked Facebook obsessively. Perused Twitter. Went to the kitchen and washed some dishes. Returned to the room. Walked around the room. Ate a snack. Checked Facebook. Texted Sister repeatedly and requested minute-by-minute updates of where she was.
And then suddenly she was downstairs in the Plaza and Mary and I were hurrying down and hug, hug, nice to meet you, up to the elevator to find The Roommate.
And we’re knocking on our friend’s door, and Sister sticks her head in the room and The Roommate’s face is shocked and oh so confused, and then smiling and laughing and hugging and What are you doing here?
We’re in our room now, Sister and Roommate and Neighbor are laughing and talking and I have a bit of a headache from being so excited for so long, but it was worth it, and it’s looking like the beginnings of a very good weekend.