By Maryanne Lowe
Copyright 2012 Maryanne Lowe
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As she looked around the small, cramped room, Linda couldn't help but feel out of place. Here she was, a woman just turned 40, lounging around in a dorm room like some wide-eyed freshman. She had lived in a dorm herself, once, but that seemed so long ago now that she may as well be in a foreign country now. She ran her hand along the length of the bed she found herself sitting on, letting her fingers brush softly against the cheap, big-box store cotton of the sheets. She'd driven up here just this morning, to visit here son here at Fuller-Kohl State University, her old alma mater. She sighed as she remembered the conversation that brought her here: her son, Keith, had insisted that if she was going to stay the weekend to catch up with him and tour the campus that lodging wasn't going to be an issue. Naively, she had taken that to mean that he knew someone working for a local hotel who could offer her a deal, or something to that effect. Only once she arrived did he explain that he'd been sleeping over at his girlfriend's dorm for the past several weeks, so he figured she could just use his bed for the time being. Keith was a smart boy, but Linda somehow wasn't surprised that it hadn't occurred to him that a grown woman sleeping in her son's dorm around his college buddies might feel a bit strange.