“ “No, it’s a matter of decency.” “And who decides what is decent?” I slowed my steps as I approached the dorm kitchen, especially when I thought I recognized the second speaker’s voice. Without realizing what I was doing, I stopped and waited for the conversation to continue. I didn’t have to wait long. “You’re being purposefully obtuse.” A woman spoke; she sounded extremely frustrated. “I’m not. I’m merely pointing out that one person’s decent is another person’s indecent,” ca...me the laconic—almost bored—response. The speaker was Greg. My body stiffened, and I clutched the washing bin closer to my chest. Within were dishes too dirty for a simple rinse in the bathroom sink. I felt a slight disturbance in the cadence of my heart and realized I was holding my breath. I forced myself to breathe out. I rolled my eyes at my bizarre behavior and willed my feet to move.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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