Adela.
They'd shared a room for years, but Miriam never found herself particularly fond of the girl, or particularly against her. That made her the perfect victim of her biggest news ever. Well, ever thus far. Miriam wasn't looking to go in to any particulars about her... encounter with Grant. She just wanted someone to know, someone that wasn't going to be mortified, or tell her brothers, or preach to her about the immorality of pre-marital sex. Because she didn't care, it was sex, and everyone else was doing it, why shouldn't she?
She curled up on her bed, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms tightly around them. Her jeans felt funny on her bare arms, and it was cold. She probably should have opted for a long sleeved shirt instead of the dark green one with no sleeves she was wearing. But the green matched her green military cap better than anything else she owned. With a sigh she lowered herself off the side of her bed, and found a black jacket on the floor, something she'd worn last week and hadn't had time to wash, but it was remotely clean, and didn't look too crumpled.
Miriam smoothed out the wrinkles in it and slid it on. If she were seeing Grant she might have taken off the green top and just worn the jacket sliding down the zipper enough to entice him. But she wasn't meeting Grant she was meeting Adela to tell her about Grant. So, the green top stayed on, and she sat, nervously, bouncing slightly on the bed, and waited for Adela to show up.



