“You live in that world. You’re one of them. They’d be more apt to talk to you.” Win shook his head. “They’ll never talk to me. Being ‘one of them,’ as you put it, is a severe handicap. Their guard will be up with someone like me. But with you they won’t be so concerned about facades. They’ll perceive you as someone who doesn’t matter, as someone inferior, as someone beneath them. A nobody.” “Gee, that’s flattering.” Win.”
