Are you going to tell him or not?”Annie Delmar chose to ignore the question from her roommate, Crystal Mally. Instead she continued folding the freshly laundered clothes in the white plastic hamper on the foot of her twin bed. The smell of hot cotton vied with the dryer sheet’s mountain-floral scent.Hoping to change the subject, Annie asked, “Are you going out with Jake again tonight?”“Jake and I broke up,” Crystal said with an indifferent shrug as she continued to buff her bright red fingernail.“I’m sorry to hear that.”Annie carried a stack of knit tops to the chest of drawers in the corner. She didn’t want to talk about her current problem. It was too soon. It still didn’t seem real. Why had God done this to her?No, it isn’t right to blame God. I did this to myself.Crystal said, “Jake’s a loser, like all the guys I date, and don’t change the subject. Are you going to tell the guy?”“I haven’t decided.” With a weary sigh, Annie closed the top drawer of the blue painted dresser and stood for a moment with her hands on the chipped and scratched surface.Crystal plopped down on Annie’s bed and leaned back against the headboard.
