“It’s fine,” he said. “I take it you’re not feeling great?” “Oh, goody, you’re interested in my menstruation. Did anyone ever tell you about rectal cramps?” “No, no they did not. Can I come over?” There was a moment of silence. “I said rectal cramps.” “I know.” “As in, your arsehole—” “Yeah, I know what a rectum is. Stop trying to freak me out. Are you hungry or not?”
