-Maybe all three?-

Three days ago the sun was browning my skin between the sandal straps when one of my apartment mates - it doesn't matter which, they're all in musical theatre - skipped past me two porch steps at a time. She was talking overloud on a cell phone as she paced up and down the street in front of the stoop. Her topics for discussion: graduation, the hotel room she and her boyfriend are getting for the night, and the summer play.

"Congratulations" I said, after she closed her cell phone.
"For what?" was her confused reply.