I think every person has a mission, some greater than others. I told her I think sometimes we even know what our purpose is, but not always. Right about then, I stopped folding envelopes. I almost had to. I couldn't believe Margot.
Some people only open up when they know they're moving on soon.
It felt like the temperature in the room had gone up a few degrees, but my hands were chilled and the air had that light feeling it gets when it's very cold outside, like you can see a tiny bit clearer and farther. I felt bold and I only remember thinking for one or two seconds that she might be setting me up, that she could be taping my private philosophies to play them later for the other, real secretaries to laugh at. To them, people's dreams and feelings were no different than the other inter-office discussions. Without thinking at all, their average little minds could take the most intimate detail of anyone's life and enlarge it, billboard style, around the office. But I didn't stop talking.