Mrs. Johnson lived in a cozy two-story
house near campus, charged a pittance for rent, and laid down almost no rules. She didn’t care what hours Margaret kept as long as she didn’t bring boys to the
second floor of the house, and Margaret could use the TV and the record player as much as she wanted as long as she kept the volume low. All of this new freedom was an abrupt, almost startling change from the stringent rules of the
old residence hall. Margaret had never wanted to come to Tildon, with its mandatory signed morality pledges and heavily enforced attendance at Sunday morning worship services. She’d enrolled because it was the
only school her father would pay for.