The Meadow 141 “Oh?” Bridget’s voice doesn’t crack, but it’s a near thing. Reyna laughs. “I can’t help but talk about my baby sister! I never know what you’re up to anymore, now that mom and dad can’t overshare everything.” The familiar feeling of guilt comes to join the anxiety in her chest. “Ah, you’re right...I haven’t really been great with phone calls and such, huh?” Reyna waves a hand. “Oh, I know you’re busy, don’t worry about it! It’s not like med students get a lot of time to themselves, right?” Bridget hums but doesn’t otherwise respond. A beat of silence lasts a little too long before Russell speaks up again. “So, Bridget’s a med student, right? What about you, Fran?” Fran jumps at the sudden acknowledgment. “Ah- what?” Russel chuckles. “Well, Bridget said you’re roommates. I assume you’re also studying at NYU, then?” Fran blinks before letting out a sheepish, but genuine, laugh. “Oh! Yeah, I also go there. I’m majoring in history.” Russell nods. “Awesome! A fellow liberal arts major, then.” Fran perks up like a puppy would at the sound of a front door opening, and Bridget has to duck her head to hide her wide smile. “Oh? What exactly are you getting your doctorate in?” “Ah, this is very New Yorker of me, but political science.” Fran actually whistles, causing Bridget to lightly shove her. “Hey!” Fran whines, her attention now on Bridget. “What? We’re in an enclosed space, you can’t just whistle like that, it’s too loud!” Bridget tries to scold her, but Fran’s kicked-puppy expression is too endearing. Reyna and Russell chuckle at them, turning the two girls’ attention back on them. “Sorry,” Fran says, “I just think, good on you for willingly diving into politics like that. I know a lot of people are kinda,
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