“I told TJ more of what I’d learned. “There are three hundred fifty-four steps up to the top. Well, to her crown anyway. No one’s been allowed to climb to the top of the torch since she got hit with shrapnel from an explosion around World War I.” “Why do you keep calling them she anyway? How do you know what pronouns a statue uses?” TJ is the only person I know who’s more careful about pronouns than I am.”
