I hadn’t seen breasts before. She hadn’t finished reading her book. It was a fair trade.
Did I mention she was reading The Diary of Anne Frank? Because she was. Which means that I felt guilty complaining about the situation on account of the Holocaust.
“How’s the book? Good? Oh, don’t mind me. I’ll just be down here pretending to enjoy myself. What’s that? Yeah, you’re gonna have to stop talking about the Holocaust.”
-elisha
