Three Days in June

by Anne Tyler

all. Besides which, he thought I’d hung the moon. It’s hard to resist someone who thinks you hung the moon.

Sometimes when I find out what’s on other people’s minds I honestly wonder if we all live on totally separate planets.

I’m too young for this, I thought. Not too old, as you might expect, but too young, too inept, too uninformed. How come there weren’t any grownups around? Why did everyone just assume I knew what I was doing?