She Took Me to the Hallway to Explain My “Place”

From the ballroom came another burst of applause. Somebody had bought the Tuscany villa package. Good for them.

I shifted my clutch from one hand to the other.

“You should know something,” I said.

Eleanor lifted her chin, ready to receive information as if it were tribute.

“I never needed a head table to know who I am.”

She smiled again, thinner now.

“Confidence continue reading …