She looks at the Dictaphone in my hand.
“Are you recording this?”
“No, Alex, I was summarizing a deposition.”
“How can you work?”
“How can you see a movie? How can you have a friend over?”
She looks away. Half of the room is bright from my lamp. The other side is dark, the sharp silhouette of the mountain framed by the window running across the room. The image always reminds me of a panoramic picture.
Author: Kaui Hart Hemmings
