“I’m Jemma.” She taps her name badge, and a scurry of words stampede from my brain to mouth. I know you’re called Jemma, you total freak! You introduced yourself to all of us before your monumental meltdown. Plus, you’ve got your name stuck on that hideous tracksuit. “Hi, Jemma,” I say. “What’s your name?” she asks. “I’m Claire.” I tap my own name badge, wondering what it is about the concept of name badges Jemma finds so difficult to understand.
