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I didn’t win.
Margo, who put together a whole program for teaching autistic children to better understand the facial cues of people they were talking to, won first place.
And some guy who did his project on how people talk when they’re on their cell phones, versus how they talk to each other in person, won second.
And I got nothing.
I went up to Margo after the ceremony and gave her a big hug. Because at least it was one of us.
“Let’s go somewhere,” Amanda said. She and I had both taken the night off of work. “Let’s go somewhere where everything is completely mechanized—somewhere you’re not even allowed to scratch your own nose. Reintroduce Cat to the world of technology.”
“Sharpy’s,” Jordan suggested, and we went there instead.
Over the sound of people cheering the basketball g
