“Do you know that girl?” my mom will say, “She ordered the spicy tuna. You LOVE spicy tuna.” No, I do not know her. We have never met. There are 7 billion people on this Earth and many of them eat sushi.
There are few ways to express yourself at the office. There is the occasional framed photograph, a collage of postcards from exotic places, or an uplifting quote pasted to the cubicle wall.
Some might say my knowledge of the trial was limited. What I knew, I’d overhead: walking past my parents’ room when they listened to the news, photographs in Time magazine at my pediatrician’s office, soccer moms’ conversations while I ate orange slices on the sidelines.