One day when we were both ready I would reveal my whole self to Harris; this would be like presenting a sweater knitted in secrecy. Oh. My. God, he would say. How did you find time to do this?! Just here and there, whenever I could. Sometimes even with you right there beside me. I didn’t even know you could knit! There are a lot of things you don’t know about me; that’s the whole point of this sweater metaphor. Of course if you’re knitting for years the sweater eventually becomes so huge that it simply can’t be hidden.
