I slip the pen from her fingers and write perfect doesn’t exist on the wall. Bee’s jaw drops open, and she doesn’t move, even as I return the pen to her. “If you want to practice public speaking, there’s a course at the community college. But if you want me to show you how to be comfortable as yourself, middle finger to the air? Then it’s going to take open communication and a little of your volcanic energy. I’m not the one who moved across the country.”
