‘I was actually going to tell you about Adam today, Mum,’ I confess between spoonfuls of my deliciously velvety butternut squash soup. ‘That’s why I suggested lunch. I was hoping you wouldn’t totally freak out and that you’d be able to give me some advice about how to tell Winky.’ Adam sniggers. ‘I still think it’s seriously fucked up that you call him Winky.’ ‘He can take it,’ I say airily.
