I was never very neat (整洁), while my roommate Kate was well organized. Each of her things always had its1, but I was always looking for something every minute. Over time, Kate got neater and I got messier. She would push my2 clothing over, and I would lay my books on her tidy desk. We both got3 of each other.
We broke out one morning. Kate came into the room. Soon, I heard her shouting. "Take your shoes away! Why under my bed!" Then, I saw my4 flying at me. I jumped to my feet and started yelling (叫嚷), but she yelled off even5.
The room was filled with6. We could not have stayed together for a single minute but for a phone call. Kate7 it. From her end of the conversation, I could8 right away her grandma was seriously9. When she hung up, she quickly crawled (爬) into her bed, under the covers, sobbing (抽噎).
Clearly, that was something she should not go through10. All of a sudden, a11 feeling of sympathy (同情) rose up in my heart.
Slowly, I collected the pencils, took back the books, made my bed, cleaned the shoes and swept the floor, even on her12. I got so into my work that I even didn't notice Kate had13 up.
She looked at me in surprise, reaching out her hands to get hold of mine. I looked up into her eyes. She smiled at me. "Thanks."
Kate and I14 roommates for the rest of the year. We didn't always15, but we learned the key to living together: giving in, cleaning up and holding on.
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