I glanced up from the strawberries I was cutting, placed the knife aside, and rested against the counter.
“All right. Tell me.”
“It was on the subway.”
“Of course it was.”
“I got on at Harvard Station because I was meeting Mia downtown. The train was packed, and this guy was standing across from me reading ‘The Great Gatsby.’”
“You noticed the book first?”
“I noticed he wasn’t pretending to read it to look smart.”