" I guess we could share a room," Carol offered, "with either Donna or Bonnie. They are big rooms." I can room with Chris," Tommy replied reluctantly,..."He's okay."Donna said, "Like Mama says, 'Time to come to Jesus!' I will be eighteen in March, and Chris has asked me to marry him. I accepted. That is if it is okay with both of you?"Neither Grif, nor Tara looked surprised. Tara said, "Well, you still need to finish school, and Moe's daughter got her Associate Degree online, so as long as you. Otherwise, you folks would have spent the night in a hotel in Fairbanks last night."Grif gathered his gear and started to inspect Tara's Maule. Sheila came over to him and asked, "Didn't we have something last night? We still do, right?" We can still have whatever we had last night," said Grif, "as long as you understand the friendship I have with Tara." What is Grif short for?" asked Sheila. "Honey if we get married, I can't let you keep your girlfriends. What would my friends in New York. No, the only thing in the package was an outfit that could be best described as a thickly fleeced onesie.I did my best to swallow my disappointment; along with a nibble of toast and a slurp of coffee; and because Trevor was looking so hopeful and expectant, I stripped off my jim-jams and wriggled my way into my new fleecy outfit. Well, it was quite lovely; all snuggly and warm with little mittens for your hands and feet and a hood you could pull over your head with cutesy ears. Trevor sat. According to Serena, someone usually had to die to make a space in his class. Now Meredith looked at his picture in front of the theater and felt a link with him. Something about his eyes mesmerized her, drew her to him. The concert was tonight, and she had gotten an SRO ticket, willing to stand to see the Maestro at play. Tomorrow was the first day of classes and she was excited. Music was her life, and now she was actively pursuing the final step in making it her career. She looked at her.