Sitting at the table with these people makes me realize just how much I do not fit in with the people around here. The people that my parents are friends with. The people that I grew up surrounded by. Their conversations were like a game of one-upmanship. And it did nothing but irritate me. Comparing the things they had bought… their cars… their holidays… their new watches… the list went on and on. Everything about money. Image. It sickened me.
I had seen Autumn standing uncomfortably by the window in the kitchen area, deep in thought, I think how her mother had spoken to her had hurt her feelings, not surprisingly in my opinion. The way that woman spoke down to her daughter was appalling. I had contemplated going to check if she was okay. We had seemed to get along when we spoke briefly
