Amy started hanging out at our apartment with us, particularly in the evenings. It was nice to have dinner with the two of them, even though a lot of their conversation was about the classes I did not share with them. Amy brought over a DVD one evening. Without even thinking, Hope slid into my lap to watch the movie. Amy looked at us sharply when she did it, but never said anything about it.
The two of them apparently discussed it when I wasn't around. Thursday night, Hope looked preoccupied when we got out of the shower and went to bed. Now, Tuesdays and Thursdays were very busy for both of us that semester. I snuggled up next to her and held her hand.
"What's the matter, Hope?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Nothing's the matter, really," she replied. "It's just that Amy asked about me
