My Dad Said I Could Not Afford The Ski Resort Until The Manager Called Me Miss Thompson

people,” I said. “They get a lot done while you’re busy not paying attention.”

We looked at each other across the firelight, and I saw not the investment banker but the boy who used to sneak into my room to borrow markers and draw spaceships in the margins of his homework.

“I’m proud of you,” he said. “Really. Even with the ego injury.”

“Your ego will continue reading …