‘This shows future promise.’ He grimaces. ‘It was probably the first paper you’d ever gotten back without the word “genius” or “incandescent,”’ Sam says, ‘at the bottom.’ ‘It’s not that. It isn’t. But “future promise”? Like someday far from now I may show the faintest flicker of talent?’ ‘So you never took another one?’ I ask. ‘No.’ ‘He didn’t even take that one,’ Sam says. ‘He dropped it after three weeks.’ ‘None of the writers I admire ever took a class in creative writing,’ Yash says. ‘I think I’ll be okay.’
