‘You joke around a lot more than you used to,’ I said. ‘I like it.’ I could picture the sad smile on her face as she spoke. ‘I’m dealing with a lot of scary things,’ she said. ‘I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane. Or you become like Martin. Shut off from everything and everyone. Trying not to feel.’ ‘So you joke,’ I said. ‘I learned it from you.’ ‘I should open a school.’
