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

room.

I looked at the screen again.

One point eight million.

James would tell you I do arithmetic with my face. He says he can always tell when my brain stops hearing people and starts moving numbers around the room like furniture.

Eleanor was watching me now with open dislike.

“If you’ve arranged this,” she said, low and clipped, “it’s vulgar.”

I turned continue reading …