I’d never seen someone and felt my chest tighten, my belly do this disconcerting flip-flop, let alone someone who quickly made it clear she thought she was better than me and my countless questions in our shared lit class, the Austen novels I couldn’t stop reading and rereading, sensing something in them, searching for something more that I couldn’t put my finger on. I didn’t know what it meant, the way Tallulah made me feel.
