Sitting on the floor in Nola's dorm room, early morning, she is sleeping, still squished over on her side of the skinny little twin bed. I slept over. The birds are outside, speaking French as they usually do in the Spring. The branches of the big tree outside her window are grey, wet & slick. Last night we went out dancing in the Blue Room, a large room in the building with the dining hall that is reserved for social gathering, like dancing, making out, making drama, running around. Nothing new and everything new. We were early because Mama was yawning, we cracked open the dance floor, but soon there were a bunch of girls (not us), seriously busy, writhing around on top of each other on the gogo risers piled up in the middle of the floor to Lady Gaga, Rhianna. Just when we were ready to go, the boys arrived.