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March 21 - March 29, 2020
There is something magic about takeoffs. I know people who are afraid of flying who say that the takeoffs and landings are the only hard parts, perhaps because that’s when the act of flying is most apparent. I love the way you get pushed back into your seat. The weight and the sense of momentum press against you and the vibrations from the tarmac hum through the yoke and into your palms and legs. Then, suddenly, everything stops and the ground drops away.
“I’ll stop doing interviews. I’ll call and cancel things as soon as I get home tonight.” “Stop? I don’t want you to stop.” “But if it’s affecting your job…” His anger transformed to horror. “No—no. It’s not you. I’m not angry at you. Clemons is the one who’s out of line. And it’s because what you’re doing is working. He spent the majority of the time ranting about how he’s getting criticism for not including women in his plans, and pressure from some pretty influential people to add them. All of them talked about having seen you or listened to you or read an interview with you.” My stomach
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I can't stand Elma.
Nathaniel squeezed my hands. “Elma, I’m not angry at you. At all. You’ve done nothing wrong.” “I got you in trouble at work. I didn’t pay the electric bill, and we were behind on the gas, too. My housecleaning isn’t much more than doing the dishes and making the bed. I’m having trouble concentrating at work. If I weren’t trying to make trouble—” “Okay. Stop. Shh…”
I wanted to pull Rachel onto my lap and tell her that she could do anything she wanted, but it would be a lie.
Propaganda. Yes. I was well aware of what propaganda could do.
An all-important table at the back of the room held the donuts and coffee. I had not realized how much of the man’s world was fueled by donuts and coffee.
