Published: Oct 14, 2020
She looked at him over the papers briefly and continued reading. He sat stiffly in the plastic chair at her desk.
"I do not understand it," she said finally.
"What?" he said. His heart rate increased.
"All the stories are about love." She dropped the papers to her desk.
"It's universal," he offered, hesitant.
"Norman, I doubt that is true."
He felt scolded, young, as he did when his grandmother was displeased with him.
She leaned forward and removed her glasses. "I'm fairly certain I've never been loved," she whispered, as if a secret. But everyone knew.