My Last Innocent Year

by Daisy Alpert Florin

Men admire each other when they are at their best, but women enjoy meeting each other in pits of despair.

and were all in service to the same goal—or so I’d thought. But now I saw that it had always been about money, and those who’d spent their time here with that in mind were the ones with all the answers, while the rest of us were left scrounging.