optional.
I told him about working at the library while studying to become a teacher.
He complained about cafeteria food.
I complained about people returning library books stained with coffee.
During that first year, I probably knew more about Jeffrey’s daily life than people who lived in his dorm.
Then slowly, the letters began arriving less often.
Every week became every two weeks.
Every two weeks became once a month.
I assumed college was changing him.
But my life was changing too.
I was training to become a teacher.
I
