I texted Claire.
“Nora was right. The ending is awful.”
Her reply came almost immediately.
“She was unbearable when she was right.”
I smiled.
“I’m still at the library if you want to come argue about it.”
“She was unbearable when she was right.”
Claire arrived 20 minutes later.
We sat at the little children’s table.
As I read, her hand moved automatically toward the page.
I put one finger down.
“Hey. I’m not done.”
We sat at the little children’s table.
Her hand stopped.
“Sorry.”
She pulled it back.
And waited.
I finished the paragraph.
Then I turned the page myself.
I finished the paragraph.
