PrologueI was nine the first time someone told me I was wrong. It wasn't in a cruel way, not exactly. A teacher leaned down, softvoice meant to soothe, after I'd blurted out the answer before shefinished the question. "Iris, " she said, smiling like patience itself, "you need to learn how to be normal."Normal.
PrologueI was nine the first time someone told me I was wrong. It wasn't in a cruel way, not exactly. A teacher leaned down, softvoice meant to soothe, after I'd blurted out the answer before shefinished the question. "Iris, " she said, smiling like patience itself, "you need to learn how to be normal."Normal.