Angie was in the Chemistry program, I was in English literature. We
shared few classes, and our schedules were different enough for
the first three months we hardly tripped over each other running to
and from lectures. It started out like that anyway.
I met her when I was looking for apartments. We’d both showed up at
the same place. Neither of us wanted it, even making the same
disparaging remarks about the condition of the place. After we
finished laughing at assessments we shared, we hit a local coffee
Angie is tall, well, taller than me. I’m only 5’2″, and I feel short.
She easily tops 5’10”. She took up more of the table than I, but it
didn’t matter. We simply spread our notes out and started to talk
about where we’d looked.