Conversation 1 (In the hallway outside Z’s room)
Z: Malcolm who?
K: The guy in the car.*
Z just shakes his head.
K: Malcolm Gladwell says we should trust our instincts.* I’ve always told you that. Teacher asks a question on a test, trust your gut. You know the answer. Study long, study wrong. That’s what my uncle used to say.
K: We would be playing checkers. I’d take forever to move and when I did, he’d jump my men and shout, “King me!”
Study long, study wrong.
K chuckles. Z hates it when K gets this way. It's as bad as when she gets on her "Z, you don't understand what it means to be poor soapbox."
*Blink Malcolm Gladwell