“Okay, here it goes,” he said as he finally opened his eyes to look at me. The fingers that were pinching his nose now moved to pick at his cuticles. It was like he was struggling to be still. “I know you wish you had a better mirror in your quarters. I know you think about wearing one of your skirts every day but have yet to do so because you’re worried about what others might think. I know you have an ugly dog at home that you miss quite a lot, and I know you’re a phoenix.”
