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Sometimes Maggie has to fight the urge to say to this boy who knows next to nothing, yes, fine. You have a point. I agree, actually. There ought to be more to life than washing machines and emails and remembering to put out the recycling on the right day.
Dawn looks across at her and sees that her life, if she’s not careful, will be made up of moments like this. All her chances to be alive slipping past.
she moves to the front of the boardroom and clicks the mouse. She sets out her objectives for this quarter and people nod their heads, complicit in the idea that this is a legitimate way for grown adults to spend their time.
And then, she would make it worse, just by knowing. Heron feels sure that of all things, he cannot watch her watch him leave.
Life is chapters, Hazel says, or something like that. People start new ones. Turn pages.
It made me exist, being someone’s girlfriend, someone’s wife.” “That’s fair enough. You wanted to collect the set, the wedding, the house, the baby?” Dawn shrugs her shoulders. “I didn’t know you were allowed not to.”
She suspects she will fail at her final living. She will keep on paying bills and tidying cupboards until it is unseemly, and then she will disappear. She will be too afraid, even then, to shake off her responsibilities. To live freely.
