For a long time, nearly a minute, she gazed at me in that scary way mothers have of psyching you out, getting you to spill out your deepest emotions just by staring you down. It made me squirm. It was as if she were digging around inside my head, actually touching things, tapping the walls for trapdoors and secret passageways.
"I'm okay," I said, and smiled. "Perfect."
-- Tim O'Brien, The Nuclear Age --
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