I’ve always been careful not to let myself give in to feelings of anger or irritation. I can’t afford to at Carol’s house. I owe her too much – and besides, after the few tantrums I threw as a child, I hated the way she looked at me sideways for days, as though analysing me, measuring me. I knew she was thinking, Just like her mother. But now I give in, let the anger surge. I’m sick of people acting like this world, this other world, is the normal one, while I’m the freak. It’s not fair, like all the rules have suddenly been changed and somebody forgot to tell me.
