He hadn’t said a word to me until we had been roommates for eight months. And even then it had only been, “You’re wearing my socks.
I noticed that the snow was gone and the ground looked greener. It’s funny how the good stuff can wipe away the bad stuff so quickly.
Don’t worry about a thing,” Tom said.But I worried about all the things.
I’d figured out that it wasn’t just about food and shelter. Obviously, that was important, butit was the people that I met, the people who made a difference, that kept me going.That made my world.
