The curriculum paper was accepted in February.Elena brought the news to dinner — not dramatically, not with ceremony, in the specific way she brought most significant things to the household, which was directly and without building toward it.“The paper was accepted,” she said, sitting down.The table looked at her.“The curriculum paper,” she said. “The journal accepted it. Revisions required but they’re minor. It’s accepted.”Sophia, beside her, had the expression of someone who had known for six hours and had been waiting for the right moment to share it, which turned out to be Elena’s moment.“Sophia,” Dmitri said. “You knew.”“Since noon,” Sophia said.“Why didn’t you —”“Elena’s paper,” Sophia said simply. “Elena’s moment.”Elena looked at Sophia with the expression she wore when Sophia had done something that was exactly right and Elena wanted to acknowledge it without making a performance of the acknowledgment. A look that was its own form of intimacy.“Our paper,” Elena said
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