I didn’t want to return to my dorm room. Not yet. I would indulge in just one more little delay, before I would have to endure its half-emptiness. A Latte Macchiato from the college cafeteria would buy me another quarter of an hour. Josh moving out of our room, which we had shared for two years, had been devastating for me. He had become more than a roommate. He was my friend, one of my best friends. His departure after graduation had been an inevitable fact, a fact which I had been too good at