Also, her mother is absolutely the most adorable thing in the world. She even invited Flex and I to come with Owl on a visit to the family home in Providence. Plus, even at midnight, even standing in front of a hospital in the middle of Queens, she still managed to look absolutely glamorous, like she had just stepped away from a dinner party. Now I know where my Owl gets it from.

I will conclude by saying that my group of friends? We totally rule the school when it comes to taking care of our own. Owl calls me, and when I call back for an update from the middle of the wilds of Manhattan and cannot get through, I call Shiv who calls and calls until she does get through, then calls me back and not only leaves me a message with an update, but directions to, and the phone number of, the hospital. And the information that Tranq was on standby, should anybody have need of him. Flex and I hightailed it to the hospital, found Little Owl in surprisingly good spirits (which may have been the painkillers talking, but I am not certain), and called the gang back to relay the news of the impending surgery. I even tried to cheer Owl up a little more by reminding her that tomorrow afternoon she would be a whole pound lighter. It was totally like the Justice League, springing into action.