I was silently burning. Furious for not saying my thoughts about the story before Vivian had. But the truth was, I never could have articulated what I had been thinking the way she did. Vivian spoke with so much confidence. She’d said her piece without being scared that she was going to sound stupid, or that she’d gotten it wrong, or that she might wound David. And she’d said the right thing. The professor had validated her. I wanted to somehow indicate that this was what I had been thinking, too. But doing that would only make me look desperate and foolish.
