One More Night
by Judith Cullen
It was freezing cold, and the windows rattled as the wind ricocheted down the street, bouncing off every house and shaking every tree. Freezing was not an exaggeration. This was the American Mid-west at winter's height, and
Dee only had
to get within a few feet of any window to feel the deep chill. In her little apartment, a few feet from any
window didn't leave much of a warm zone.
Still, it was warmer in here than outside. She rummaged through the small cupboard and the
old fridge for soup makings, listening to the rock and roll of the wind.
When she'd come here for graduate school, she had chosen not to live on campus.
was ready to be independent. She'd come
over 2000 miles to make an everyday adult life of her own, while she
studied. It hadn't worked out like she'd
hoped. Her "convenience"
apartment was only slightly larger than her dorm room had been in undergraduate
school. The convenience, Dee mused, was that
you weren't more than a few steps from anything. You had to go outside to change your mind,
she liked to joke.