When I woke up, the sorority house felt empty — or almost empty. There was a text on my phone, from the house head: “TAKE CARE OF LUNA THIS WKND.”
I got up with a put-upon sigh. Luna was the newest member of our chapter, and she was already proving to be a handful. I’d been a sister for two years. Anybody who thinks being in a sorority is about pillow fights and debutante balls doesn’t understand how academically demanding it is.
Our chapter house was a neat three-story building. The place was usually crammed with members doubling up in the bedrooms and tripping over one another in the kitchen and common room. Frankly, with just about everyone taking off for the weekend, I was looking forward to a little breathing space for once.
But when I got dressed and went down to the... Read More