Percy stopped in front of a brown door and opened it. “Room B-15 is yours. If you hurry and drop your bags, you can ride down with me in the elevator to lunch. Dorms eat together here, so always look for table B.”
Matt stepped into the room and found a large double room, that would have seemed spacious but for the amount of stuff on one side of it - huge clothes were draped over the desk, chair, bed and shelves, food wrappers scattered on the floor, paper and books on every surface. ‘I wonder how big he is,’ thought Matt to himself, marvelling at the width of the jeans draped over the chair, while saying to Percy, “Boy, there’s a lot of food wrappers on the floor.”
“Yeah,” replied Percy, “he’s a nice guy, and plenty big, but he’s a bit of a slob. At least he keeps it on his side of the room.”
“What grade is he is in?” Matt asks.
“Oh, same grade as you are - it’s one of the rules about roommates, that they be in the same grade,” says Percy.
Somebody mine own age who can wear jeans that big? Matt thought to himself. “That’s good,” he replied to Percy, “We can work together on homework and stuff.”
“That’s the idea,” said Percy. “Plus sometimes it encourages food competition. Given your size, you probably want some of Paul’s feasting abilities to rub off on you.”
“Is that his name? Paul?”
“Didn’t I tell you? Sorry. Yeah. Paul, Paul Bannon. He’s from Chicago.”
“Does he like to eat?” Matt asks, then realises that with food wrappers scattered around the room, it was probably a foolish question.
“Oh yeah,” replied Percy. “Not as much as I do, but he’s getting there.”
“How big is he?” Matt asked, not without trepidation.
“Well, he’s a lot bigger than you. I think he’s ...