They Treated Me Like I Didn’t Belong Until the Seal on the Car Door Changed Everything

turned his water glass slowly on the table, a habit from childhood I had not thought about in years. He had always done that when he was thinking about something difficult. The rotation of the glass against the tablecloth.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said. “About the seat. About what that must have felt like. And I keep coming back to the fact that I just continue reading …