Gemotions

The old movie played on the projector, a grainy image from our college days. He had always loved this particular scene, the one where he had “saved the day.”

My fingers traced the rim of the coffee cup. He spoke with his usual confidence, his voice filled with pride. He omitted the part where I had actually come up with the solution, and he'd just taken the credit.

The scene ended, and I looked at him. “That reminds me,” I said. “I was thinking…” And I detailed the actual events. Word for word.