No Space for Her Love
During college, Cindy Crammer brought over two sets of breakfasts every day.
One was for me, and the other was for my roommate and best friend, Mark Jefferson.
The breakfast she brought me never changed. It was always just sandwiches and oatmeal.
Mark's breakfast, on the other hand, always had a perfect balance of meat and vegetables, and she never repeated the same meal twice.
Even for my birthday, the gifts she prepared came in two sets.
My birthday gift was always four simple greeting cards.
Mark got concert tickets, a handmade rhinestone photo mosaic, a custom-made suit, and a pinky ring.
When it came time for our graduation trip, the three of us arrived at the train station toget