“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

and reconstruct the drawing.”

She stared at me, eyes wide. Then she laughed—a loud, surprised sound that made several students look up.

“You’re an angel,” she said. “A judgmental angel because your lines are too straight and your desk is too neat, but still. An angel.”

“I’m Sophia.”

“Christina.” She held out a coffee-stained hand. I shook it anyway.

We continue reading …