‘Jeanette, will you tell me why?’ ‘What why?’ ‘You know what why . . .’ But I don’t know what why . . . what I am . . . why I don’t please her. What she wants. Why I am not what she wants. What I want or why. But there is something I know: ‘When I am with her I am happy. Just happy.’ She nodded. She seemed to understand and I thought, really, for that second, that she would change her mind, that we would talk, that we would be on the same side of the glass wall. I waited. She said, ‘Why be happy when you could be normal?’
