“He must find his words very funny because I hear the sound of trembly, jagged laughing. Except his face hasn’t changed, his mouth isn’t even open. Someone is laughing. This familiar laughter, like gargling gravel, like rocks in a washing machine, the laughter that doesn’t go over easy at office parties. It’s me. It’s actually me laughing. I’m laughing because I have never had a personal conversation with Adam in all this time and he is telling me what to do. That’s pretty funny.”