‘Come on, she’s such a ride. Are you gonna see her again?’ For the first time in years, it’s like he has actually heard me when I speak, and he laughs, and says, ‘You sound like one of the lads.’ Such a warm and welcome insult. I feel the most wonderful relief as I devolve from a glimmering image of unknowable beauty to the uninteresting tomboy he once knew. At last, we are going back to ourselves.
