You Can’t Sit with Them – 3

3  Osas staggered to her reading table, hoping burying her head in her books will help clear her head of her thoughts. Not long after, Yelen burst into the room, cheeks flushed from the cold, her coat trailing behind her like a cape. She dropped her bag with theatrical flair and flopped onto Osas’s bed.  “You’re nervous,” she said, no…...