He had never talked to anyone about Elsie. Not properly. Not with any substance. He had murmured all the words you are expected to murmur when people offer concern, but no one really listens to the murmured words. They’re like punctuation in someone else’s speech, small springboards for another person to bounce their opinion from. Margaret Creasy was different. Margaret Creasy asked questions. The kind of questions you can only ask if you were hearing something in the first place.
I want to be Margaret Creasy.
