Before I could do anything, another woman walked into the living room. She was a little shorter than Ms. Johnson had been and a little chunkier, but it wasn't a soft
chunkiness. This lady worked out!
"Who are you?" she asked when she saw me. "And what are you doing in the house?"
"I'm Joe, one of Ms. Johnson's students," I told her.
"I'm her roommate, B.D. Bodde. She's home already? This is early for her!"