“Your husband seems nice,” I say to Nina as the door slams shut. The dark, suspicious look returns to her eyes. “Do you think so?” “Well, yes,” I stammer. “I mean, he seems like… how long have you been married?” Nina looks at me thoughtfully. But instead of answering my question, she says, “What happened to your glasses?” “What?” She lifts an eyebrow. “You were wearing a pair of glasses at your interview, weren’t you?”
