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

he no longer trusted. A junior staffer adjusted the microphone. The auctioneer was telling a joke that died halfway to the back of the room.

I returned to Table Twelve with James.

He pulled out my chair and leaned down before I sat.

“You don’t owe anyone a rescue.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

I looked up at him.

“Yes.”

That was the truth. Not because of Eleanor. Not continue reading …