He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

smiled at me across a conference table and said, “You wrote the country’s panic button, Maya. Tell me that doesn’t bother you.”

I said, “No. What bothers me is who keeps reaching for it.”

He’d laughed.

That laugh was in my head now, standing in my mother’s yard with sauce on the patio bricks.

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