Becca.

When the wake was finished for the day, I sat in James’s office for a good ten minutes, less interesting to James than a potted plant, as he caught up with Sofia in Italian. With every passing minute, I could feel the little green monster becoming more and more powerful.

Finally, Sofia gave that birdsong laugh of hers again and turned to me. “So, Becca, I hear you graduated from a top-tier university recently. Something to do with statistics or economics, ...