never purchased anything so confusing.
The salesman explained installation angles for twelve minutes.
I had negotiated sovereign cloud contracts with foreign governments with less concentration.
Cassandra found me in Daniel’s driveway staring into the back seat of the SUV.
“You look defeated.”
“I believe this seat has seventeen straps.”
“It has five.”
“That seems excessive already.”
She leaned inside.
“You threaded this backward.”
I stared at her.
“I read the manual.”
“You read contracts for a living.”
“Exactly.”
“Contracts don’t wiggle.”
She fixed it in under two minutes.
Watching her,
