I wonder if she could see the laughter run across my face when I saw the big leather chair. So how does this work?
Anxiety took over and sent my ring spinning in circles as I rotated it on my finger. I answered questions with memories and images in my head, knowing that they would only be lines on her legal pad. I watched her sift through my words with her pen, wondering which would make it through, which would get to feel the weight of ink.
It was a new feeling.
She wasn't the first one that had listened, but she was the first that had written it down.
