Noah
"And how are we feeling this morning?" I asked as Lorraine was rubbing the sleep from her eyes, presenting her with a hot cup of coffee.
She muttered something I couldn't understand, gratefully taking the mug from me.
It had been a week since her fight with Matt and today would be her first day back in the athletic program. Her sleep was awful this week, though she claimed that it was actually better than normal. It was hard to believe considering she was up at some point every night this week. Rooming with Lorraine was almost comparable to having a newborn pup, I imagine. Though she didn't always wake up screaming. Sometimes she would just get up, a slew of curses leaving her mouth as she grabbed her jacket and prepared to leave. We took turns checking on her, offering to go on
