Tiffany is home now. She pulled up in front of my house today, in the same rickety rust-and-white car that she's always driven. Her hair's a little shorter, and a little more blonde, but she was still Tiffany, and she had the same smile. I was running around getting ready for auditions, and I didn't let her know how much I had missed her. All I could think was that I was glad she was home, and I wondered if she would miss having a swimming pool in her courtyard. And then I remembered that her house here doesn't even have a courtyard.