“That would bode well, would it?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Give me a higher advance because of racism?” Nora shrugged. “Someone once told me you never know until you ask.” “Hey.” He pointed at her in a show of amused sternness. “Do not use my own advice against me. I did ask; I just didn’t drag race into it. You know why.” “I do,” she said, feeling seen for the first time in a while. It was rare that she got to have this sort of shorthand about race with someone. After her years at Parsons, it was rare to be around someone who wasn’t white.
