“Very witty, Liz. No, I simply thought I’d—” There is a knock at my door. “Never mind,” I say. “You’re right. It’s a very long journey.” “Well, even so, of course I’d be thrilled to have you.” “No,” I say firmly. “We must think of the fossil fuels, my darling. We must think of the earth. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
The way i am screaming
