Rejection

he looks like he reads Architectural Digest but will also tap it on your tongue

he’s giving “my parents own a Cape Cod summer home that’s older than America”

In them she has found something like the coterie to which she’s always wanted to belong, not the popular crowd, rather, the smaller satellite crowd that makes fun of the popular crowd—the outer circle, internally supportive and externally terrifying.

he doesn’t want pity; he wants not to need it.