There were four small cubicles, each with a chair and a small television. The fifth cubicle was larger and apart from a chair and television, also had...a bunk to the left with a plastic covered mattress. The place, however, was entirely empty and Phillip feared that he had wasted his money.He returned to the viewing room and made his way up the far aisle, where he sat down in the last row. His eyes had finally adapted to the dim illumination, which only came from the television screen. The movie. Then I went to the door of the room and knocked.“Dad, could you come out for a second? I need your help with something.”I heard him rustling, and then he responded, “Not now, honey, I’m busy.”“Dad, it’s important.”I heard more rustling and guessed he was probably stashing his magazines back into his briefcase.Finally, he unlocked and opened the door. In a somewhat irritated voice, he said, “What is it that’s so important?”Then he noticed my open blouse.He stopped for a moment and turned red.. He thought splitting up was a great idea. He couldn't understand how women seemed to lose all sense of time and common sense when they went shopping. They seemed to want to go into every shop, try everything on, move on to the next shop and eventually return and buy the first thing they tried on. He liked to have a plan of exactly what he wanted/needed and then move purposely through the shops buying what he needed. The odd dollar saved by visiting numerous stores was something he was willing. She had gone out to get breakfast off campus but she had wasted what little time she had and her first class would be starting in a few minutes. “Helena, have you been fighting again?”The redhead looked up at her blonde roommate, Sophie, standing by her desk. The classroom was filled with students all the same age, male and female. The girls were all dressed in plaid skirts with white blouses and knee socks, the boys wearing black pants and white clergy shirts with student clerical collars..