Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
“Now it’s in writing.” She turned to leave, then stopped.
“Charlotte.
Getting noticed by the board isn’t the same thing as being protected by it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means keep your head down and keep your desk clean.”
She was gone before I could ask which desk she meant.
I clipped the new badge onto my blouse.
It hung heavier than the old one had.