“I have to eat,” I said. “Every day.” “I’ll do it,” she said again, “myself. Or,” more coldly still, “I’ll do it without a camcorder.” She said this like a duelist with the laughable advantage, but oh yeah, I am stupid, it took me a second or two to figure out what she didn’t mean—a camera—and then what she did. And that she did. Explicitly. I said absolutely nothing, stood there with my mouth still open on my next brilliant point, looking into those eyes that looked into mine with the calm confidence of the winner, because either way, either way she had won. I still said nothing but she saw
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