Cambridge University 1990………

Helena walked into her new room to find a girl dancing around the room to Vanilla Ice.

‘This is going to be hell’ thought Helena

The girl spun around

“Holy shit you scared me, you must be my room mate, I’m Jo, or as my parents call me Joanne Tate.  You need some help with your stuff.”

‘Great a Yank.’  “Thanks, I guess my beds the one on the left then.”

Helena surveyed the room, why did her mother insist that she live on campus, she was rich, she didn’t see why she had to share a room with someone.  But then she was at Cambridge, everyone was rich here.

“So do I get to know your name, since we are gonna be living together for the next year.”

“Sorry Helena Peabody, nice to meet you.”

“Peabody, as in Peggy Peabody’s daughter?”

“Yeah, how do you know my mother’s name?”

“My parents have talked about her before, I think they know each other.”

“What was your last name again?”

“Tate, as in the Tate Gallery.”

“Oh my God, your family own the Tate Galleries?”

“Not anymore, my dad still sits on the board, but it’s run by a bunch of fat cats now.”

“So you like art then?”

“It’s ok, I’d rather watch a movie than go to a gallery if that’s what your askin.”

3 months later and they were the best of friends.

“So what’s the plan for tonight Helena, you want to go to Mike’s party or what?”

“I don’t know, I have an assignment due on Monday”

“Come on Hels it’s Friday night, we can legally drink and I wanna take advantage of it, lets party, you can work tomorrow.”

“Fine, but if I fail, I’m telling Professor Michaels that it was all your fault.”

“Fine by me, he already hates me.”

A few hours later and they were both pretty tipsy.

“Helena, Mike’s being looking at you all night, aren’t you gonna go over and talk to him?”

Just then Mike walked over to the two of them.

“Hello ladies, thanks for coming tonight, Helena you look exquisite tonight, would you care to dance.”