Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
"A summer of nothing, and then he suddenly showed up at my dorm a week before classes started freshman year."
She continues to sob.
"I didn't pay attention to him, but he didn't go anywhere. He just… camped outside my dorm. He had a tent and everything," she laughs. "My RA took pity on him and let him in to shower and use the bathroom."
She stares at the photo of us, and I feel compelled to give it back to her.
She grips the frame, her hands shaking, but her crying quiets, though it doesn't slow.
"And at the end of the week, he went back to school. But he showed up the next weekend. And the next. He came back every weekend that year."