Miss Benson's Beetle

by Rachel Joyce

because I am a woman who is ready for adventure. I’m not here because I am someone’s wife or sister. I am here because this is what I want, and now I have a place for my work.

Being a friend meant accepting those unknowable things. It meant saying, ‘Look! Look how big my leg is! And look how small yours is! Look how marvellously different we are, you and I, and yet here we are, together in this strange world!’ It

‘We are not the things that happened to us. We can be what we like.’