To Reflect Maurice lingered at the end of the hallway with a lump in his throat. His roommate was watching the TV only feet away on the dingy little sofa they shared. He had spied on her a good ten minutes to make sure she didn't actually seem interested before daring to interrupt. He thought back over the short year they had known each other. Even though the circumstances that had brought them to live together were unusual and unfortunate, he liked to think they had grown closer. She knew what songs he sang in the shower and that he screamed like a girl in the presence of spiders. He knew she still pulled the crusts off her sandwiches and had an almost embarrassing love for the movie Dune. Surely his request wouldn't be too out of line...More Like This
“Yeah?” Her answer was only half-interested. She didn't take her eyes off the TV.
Maurice twisted his shirt tail between his hands. “Can I ask you somethin'?”
“You just did,” said Meranda t