She braced herself for the impending impact of leers and jeers, but the shift in her normally fluid posture felt like overkill. Hadn’t she faced worse crowds than this? Back in her waitressing days, she’d once hosed down a pack of drunk frat boys on the Venice boardwalk. The workshop attendees moved through the rows of participants at a rapid clip. Classics. Communications. Molecular biology. Naomi pressed her tongue against the back of her bottom teeth, an old habit from when she’d had it pierced and the sound of stainless steel meeting bone warded off strangers. She liked to pretend she
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