The Girl Who Sat Beside Her
Not into the money.
Into the family.
Those were never the same thing, though our father died never understanding the difference.”
I looked down at her small hand on my wrist.
I felt three things at once, and I had not felt three things at once in a very long time, because feeling is a liability in my trade and I had trained myself down to one or two at most.
I felt the heat of the lamp against my knuckles.