Grace
“I have money,” Elizabeth says to me the next morning. “On the outside.”
“Great, I have children. What’s your point?”
I am annoyed with her though I can’t quite pinpoint exactly why.
She shrugs. “It’s the kind of money that can help us start new lives.”
“I don’t want a new life. I want my old one.”
“There’s no going back, Grace.”
“What are you saying?”
“Only that you made me realize something. For one, when I speak, I need to offer people what they can chew. What is transparent to some is an insurmountable climb to others.”
I get the sense she’s calling me an i***t without actually saying it.
“For one?”
“Huh?”
“You said for one. What’s the other thing?”
Elizabeth smiles. “I don’t want to live my life on the run. I don’t want to come back here, not ever.”
I can understan
