Two lines you wrote; two lines you read:
It was a serious office, not the kind of place where suburban women were coddled. Nor a place where kindly public relation gestures were made. (Me),
I took a deep breath. "I watch the way your neck rises from your shoulders and the way you move barefoot across the floor and I try to memorize the way you move so I can come up here and write it down."
Robbie Wife by Russell Hill