I flew to California to help her pack up. As I flew back home, she drove here -- across the freakin' country. We retrieved her boxed up possessions from the AmTrak station they were freighted to on Friday in the dead of night after playing a show. It's official: Margaret is finally here.
She and her two cats are residing in our spare bedroom. What hell is my bestie planning to raise in the long-term future, between Fulbright applications and her next fellowship? Wouldn't YOU like to know!