We Could Be So Good

by Cat Sebastian

Nick has spent years making sure that when people look at him, they don’t see anything that sticks out like a sore thumb—they don’t see anything at all, they hardly even see a person, just a man in a suit.

He might not have his father’s charisma or his mother’s force of personality, but he’s good at turning the tables and making people talk about themselves, which is all they usually want.

So true...

familial disappointment can be both predictable in its consistency and infinite in its variety.

He can’t contemplate nuclear death and also go grocery shopping and leave milk on the fire escape for the idiot cat and make sure Andy has clean handkerchiefs. And maybe it’s like that with everything else. Maybe the trick is to put fear in its place so it doesn’t take over.