looked alarmed.
“Should I be worried?”
“Yes,” Lila said.
She stood beside the table and read.
“Two years ago, I thought people only saw what was wrong with me. My cast. My chair. My fear. Then a waitress I did not know sat down like she had all the time in the world, even though she probably had none.”
Tiana looked down at her napkin.
Lila continued.
“She continue reading …
