by Brianne McGill

Created on: September 07, 2007

The next day I met Adena at the concert hall after work. I was supposed to meet Sam, the guy she wanted to move into the house. I got there just in time for the last part of rehearsal. I always liked listening to Adena play in the orchestra, even though I couldn't distinguish her from the rest of the flutes. She wasn't the first chair or even the second, but she was thrilled to be playing professionally. I was proud of her.

When the rehearsal was over, Adena made her way back to me, trailed by a tall skinny guy with curly black hair. "Hey, friend. This is Sam Snider. Sam, this is Emily Wade, she owns the house I told you about." We shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you. So, tell me about this house," Sam said, sitting down next to me. I gave him the basics- four bedrooms, three baths, yada yada. "The truth is, my brother and I are kind of in a hard place, so it doesn't really matter what the house is like or what you charge. When can we move in?"

"Well, we're all moving in next Saturday. There are only four bedrooms, so you and your brother will have to share. Is that all right? You can have the big downstairs bedroom."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Uh, just curiouswhy were you and your brother kicked out of your old apartment?" I asked. Adena stepped on my foot. I guessed she thought that was rude.

"Oh, it was the dumbest thing," Sam said. "My brother drives a motorcycle, and he's a waiter, so he works really late at night. Plus, we're both musicians and we practice at home. The people who lived around us complained about the noise, so the landlord didn't renew our lease. We've got until next weekend to get out or they're going to call the cops. So, needless to say, it's been a kind of stressful month."

"You can join the club. This house is coming as sort of an eleventh hour reprieve' for all of us," Adena said. "Isn't it awesome how things work out?"

"Yeah, it really is. I can't promise you that we'll be the perfect roommates, Emily, but we'll try. And I can speak for my brother in saying that we're both really grateful that you're letting us move in," Sam said. He really was as nice as Adena said he was.

I didn't meet Patrick until later, on Saturday when we were moving in. He was about the least likely person you would expect to see on a motorcycle, that was for sure. He was skinny like Sam, and wore glasses. He had red hair and freckles and a big smile. Plus, it wasn't just his motorcycle that was loud.

"Hey! Are you Emily! This house is so great! You're so awesome

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