“I’m so wrapped up in my pity soliloquy that it surprises me to look up and see Arthur’s not sitting at his desk anymore. He’s on his way over to me. He stops in front of me and kneels down, a little bit awkwardly. Arthur, he’s not much of a natural floor-sitter, with all his pesky inherent dignity.”

“I’m so wrapped up in my pity soliloquy that it surprises me to look up and see Arthur’s not sitting at his desk anymore. He’s on his way over to me. He stops in front of me and kneels down, a little bit awkwardly. Arthur, he’s not much of a natural floor-sitter, with all his pesky inherent dignity.”

— Hannah Johnson