“I’m just saying, just because you think she was handed everything doesn’t mean she was. You know better than anyone that what you see isn’t always what you get.” And with those words reverberating in my mind, tinging my actions with guilt, Hattie stands up. “Just . . . don’t be a dick, okay? You don’t know her life.” And then she’s out the door and I’m stuck with my thoughts and a tray of dessert that looks way too fucking good.
