If she were any girl but Sue! If she were Agnes! If she were a girl in a book—! Girls love easily, there. That is their point. Hip, lip and tongue— ‘Do you think me good?’ I say. ‘Good, miss?’ She does. It felt like safety, once. Now it feels like a trap. I say, ‘I wish—I wish you would tell me—’ ‘Tell you what, miss?’ Tell me. Tell me a way to save you. A way to save myself. The room is perfectly black. Hip, lip— Girls love easily, there.
