Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

didn’t know I knew it was a lie. She thought I was a helpless old woman, too grief-stricken and ignorant to question her story.

“So you see,” she said, her voice taking on a false gentleness, “you have about a month to find another place. I’m sorry it has to be this way, but—”

“Okay,” I said.

She blinked. “Okay?”

“Okay,” I repeated. “I understand.”

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