"It won't work," I squeaked.
"Yes it will. You always say that, " Lynn admonished me, in her high-pitched voice.
"Because it always doesn't work," I pointed out.
If you had walked into our dorm room and found myself and my roommate, Lynn both of us pumped up with enough helium to have our figures bulging with gas and our extra-large bodies floating and bouncing against the ceiling, you might find that odd. I know I would.
