I hadn’t been home since fall break, making this the longest stretch away from my home, my mother, and my stepfather in my life. My first semester of my freshman year was now behind my belt and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was reasonably sure I’d pull the Dean’s List, so I felt light and happy. It hadn’t been snowing at school but it was snowing here. I pulled up in the drive and shut off the car, got out, and pulled up my hood. I ducked under the shoulder straps and put on two bags criss-cross and pulled my heavy wheeled suitcase out of the car, and dragged them all up the driveway. I resisted the urge to catch a snowflake on my tongue, but just barely. The drive home took an hour longer than expected, making it almost five hours. I had to pee. Once I’d yanked all my bags into the porch I dropped them where they lay, unlocked the back door and rushed up the stairs, and straight into the bathroom. I skidded to a stop, wobbly on my snow-wet boots. The bathroom door had been open but it was full of steam.
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