Lucas was still laughing in the corridor when I finally went to bed that night.
I fell asleep with the spider quote still on my phone screen and woke up the next morning
to forty-seven new notifications, all variations of the same thing. People had found it funny.
People had found it humanizing. People had, apparently, needed a seven-year-old’s opinion
on spiders more than anyone had anticipated. I put my phone face down and made coffee.
The weekend after the press storm was the quietest I had experienced since arriving in New
York. Not empty. Just quiet. The particular quiet of something that has been making enormous
noise for a long time and has finally run out of momentum.
Ethan went to see Noah on Saturday and came back with a detailed account of a structural
engineering debat
