“And Fisher says you don’t understand people.” “I don’t,” Quincy snapped, but it wasn’t at Arch, it was at the air before her. “They’re emotional, unpredictable, and erratic; I don’t like dealing with them. But words, once spoken, can be turned into an equation of sorts in my mind—each word receiving a value depending on its placement or emphasis—and then, I add it up and see what comes out.” “Your mind is amazing.” Arch shook his head. “There’s your obvious brilliance, but what you just said reveals more layers.
