Mellie’s roommate was fighting with her mother again. They could hear it from the other side of the room, easily, so the three of them had headed into the hallway.
“I’d say it gets worse around the holidays,” Mellie murmured, “but it’s hard to tell. I’d need a decibel meter to get an accurate read.”
“That’s…. pretty awful,” Bishop frowned. “How long has it been going on?”
“As far as I can tell, since the first week of school. I’m not sure what’s going on, exactly, but it seems like her mom has a new complaint every week.”
“Damn.” Bishop shook his head. “My roommate fights with his folks, too, but it’s not that bad.”
Summer pursed her lips thoughtfully. “I have an idea.”
“You always have ideas.”
“Callie’s a nice girl. And Jacob has been really patient with us all year long. I know we’re going to Melinda’s family’s house for Christmas – but the rest of the vacation. Let’s make a holiday here for them. Jacob and Callie, my roommate doesn’t really like me, but I know Basil’s having a hard time, and the Californian twins.”
“What about their families?” Melinda offered cautiously. “Won’t they be mad they’re not coming home? Family’s important.”
“Blood’s thicker than water, etc,” Bishop murmured.
“Well, they can be mad all they want. What it comes down to is that we like these people, we’re nice to them, and they like us, or at least they’re nice to us. Let’s give them a family dinner the way we know it ought to be.”
Bishop nodded, slowly, Melinda echoed it. “We can do that.”
“Yeah. The dorm kitchens should be pretty empty. We can make this work.”
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