I don’t know why I can’t make people love me. I think there was something wrong with me when I was born. Lots of people love you, Marianne. Okay? Your family and friends love you. For a few seconds she’s silent and then she says: You don’t know my family. He had hardly even noticed himself using the word ‘family’; he’d just been reaching for something reassuring and meaningless to say. Now he doesn’t know what to do.
