I remember that big blonde woman at the met with the small eyes and perpetually flushed cheeks. I remember her telling me that she was pregnant, but after a year I still couldn't tell if she had the baby or not, because she was so big. Maybe she miscarried.

I remember Shiela and her cesarean section scar.

I remember slipping on ice and sliding half way down Planet street, arm in arm with Marie Yi.

I remember the smell of warm wood shavings on my first day as a furniture major.

I remember the ding of the elevator in Prov Wash, floating down the hall.