A Conversation with Karma Brown
Remember upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all.
—Alexander the Great
I wake with a start thanks to a loud bang against the window on my side of the bed. Without looking I know what’s happened—another bird, tricked by the clear glass of our balcony windows, has soared to its death and snapped me out of my slumber.
Using my fingertips I pull my phone off the nightstand and squint at the clock icon. When I see the time I sit straight up, pulling the covers off Ryan, who groans with annoyance. “Ryan. We have to get up.”
“Five more minutes,” Ryan mumbles, his back to me as he tries to pull the duvet back up over his shoulders.
I nudge him again, tug at the duvet. “Get up. We’re late.”
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