Ashley had been trying to reach her for awhile, calling her, leaving her voice mails. She'd been distant the past week, but now she was better.
In Chicago she was busy, living in a more communal place, taking the room of another friend in a big house cooperative. The house was how life was supposed to be she thought. Surrounded by people, and always just good. Like people did their fair share. Like right when she got up she couldn't stay in her room, the house was already buzzing. Someone would knock on and tell her it was her time to make coffee, or maybe even other times they'd bring a cup.
"Here you go. Also, you should totally crash here when ever you want I feel like you get it. You know. Its nice meeting more people like that. "
She nodded. She could hear someone tuning a guitar.
"You can join us out here too, don't feel like your disturbing anything its all chill."
She was visiting she met at school.
"Yeah I just love the lifestyle here, you don't get that in other places. Not like this."
When she finally got some room to breathe she'd call
Imogen Howe
. By then it was too late, or something. She didn't know, she just was met with silence.
