his favorite line—times were hard, we were harder.
Instead, he said, “You want to know what I don’t like?”
“What?” I asked.
He took a bite of egg, chewed, swallowed.
“I don’t like how you talk like you’re helpless,” he said.
My jaw tightened.
“I’m not helpless,” I said.
“You act like it,” he said. “You act like the world is a wave and you’re just a piece continue reading …