SERA
“They are going to vote today and I cannot sit still.”
Priya said it from the kitchen doorway with the complete honesty of someone who had given up managing their own anxiety and decided transparency was the more functional approach.
Sera looked up from the testimony she had been reviewing not because anything needed reviewing but because having the document open gave her hands somewhere to be.
“None of us can sit still,” she said.
“You are sitting still,” Priya said.
“I am performing sitting still. That is different.”
Priya came in and sat across from her and they looked at each other with the shorthand of fifteen years of friendship, the specific economy of people for whom honesty was more efficient than composure.
“What time,” Priya said.
“The committee convenes at two. Th
