"Ella," she told him with a roll of her shoulders. At least there was no suggestion of shaking hands. Ella hated that. People saw the scars around her thumb when she shook hands. She'd rather not have them see how ugly and defective she was.
"You have it on purpose, or did she trap you with it?" She'd seen it happen both ways. Why people wanted to have babies was a mystery to her. She wanted nothing to do with that aspect of life.