Returning to Margaux and Cappy, feeling sensitive, I noticed Margaux’s face as she talked to the rich lady. She looked as she always did when she could find no value in a person—an expression so apparent to me, and so painful, for I was sure the rich people could see it, too—a hard, quick look of boredom and dismissal. I felt afraid whenever I saw it, worried that one day she would turn it on me.
