“Me too!” said Kathy, hugging her back. “I’m going to have so much more fun with you than I did with my last roommate.”
“For sure! I never met her, but she sounded like a drag.” Tiffany stopped jumping and looked around her new room. “I think I’m all done unpacking. What do you want to do tonight?”
“Well,” said Kathy, “a bunch of my coworkers are going to a bar, and that cute mail boy is going to be there. Wanna come?”
“I’d love to!” Tiffany started jumping in the air again. “What time?”
“We can leave as soon as I finish my sculpture.” Kathy walked toward her own room.
Tiffany followed. “Your what?”
“My ice sculpture,” Kathy said, opening her bedroom door. “Didn’t I tell you about my hobby?”
Tiffany’s mouth dropped when she looked into the room. In the center of the space, standing in a wide plastic kiddie pool, was a seven-foot tall block of ice. Half of it was carved into the shape of an eagle in flight.
“This is amazing!” said Tiffany, walking around the work in progress. “I had no idea you were so talented.”
“Thanks,” said Kathy as she stretched a pair of safety goggles over her head. “I try to do one every day to stay creative. Then I let them melt on the sidewalk and start another one when the ice delivery comes. That’s also why I keep my room so cold.”
Tiffany noticed she could see her breath. Even though it was November, the air conditioner was on high. “Brrr,” she said, holding her arms. “You must really like doing this.”
“Oh yes,” Kathy pulled some leather work gloves onto her hands. “It helps me relax.”
Then she picked up a chainsaw and revved the engine. The loud roar made the whole house shake. Kathy started to carve the sculpture and white shards of ice shot out in every direction. Tiffany ran to a corner for cover.
Kathy had to shout to be heard over the noise. “SOMETIMES, WHEN I HAVE INSOMNIA, I GET UP AT TWO IN THE MORNING AND DO THIS FOR COUPLE HOURS, THEN I SLEEP LIKE A BABY FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT!”
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