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“Just be glad you can still feel it. I feel a little . . . numb now. Dead down there.” I wondered if she was making it sound worse than it really was. Sometimes I did that to compensate for people’s lack of imagination. But I had plenty of imagination so maybe I should take all of this down a notch…

On the way home Sam raced ahead of us through the grass, stopping abruptly in the picnic area.

“Call me,” Sam said. “What’s that mean?”

I looked up with horror.

“It means Call me,” said Harris. “Someone wants someone to call them.”

“But why is it on a chair?”

I shrugged, like God onl…

“Are you crying?”

I hadn’t even realized.

“Their plight is very moving to me,” I said, quickly pulling myself together. “A business . . . struggling to keep up with the technology . . . online booking.”

Harris, no idiot, didn’t say anything to that. I let out a sigh and shut my eyes.

“I…

“Now, what makes you think about him less?”

There were really only degrees of more, but I tried to think of what was the opposite of looking him up.

“Maybe your work?” Jordi suggested.

“What work?”

Our eyes met; she looked quietly terrified for me. Obviously a person like me, like us, c…

“These people always think they really know you,” Harris said, ripping off a piece of Friday’s waffle and putting it in his mouth. “They can’t separate the actual person from the work.”

I was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to slap him, hard. The real me is in my work. Any fan of my work know…