the polished metal.
Then I went back inside.
Ryan looked up anxiously.
“She here?” he asked.
“She was,” I said. “She left.”
“Did you…?” He trailed off, unsure what he was asking.
“I told her the truth,” I replied. “For once, I told her the truth and didn’t apologize for it.”
He nodded slowly.
Like that, more than anything, was the real revolution.
Later, after everyone had gone and the apartment was quiet, I sat on the couch beneath the dim glow of the tree lights and let everything settle.
