Where were you?” Grandpa’s grip matched the knot in his brow. “Looking.” Emily gestured toward the exhibits. “We’ve gone through three floors already. Mostly looking for you.” “Surgical procedures, blood vessels, eyes in jars.” “It’s time to go.” “Can we come back?” Emily quavered. Grandpa shrugged. “You’re already a scientist.”
Words are so important. It matters who says them and how. How they are meant is not always how they are perceived.
The Human Stain left a lasting impression on me. If you haven’t seem it yet, I suggest you put it on your list.