But it hadn’t occurred to her that there was this, Joseph’s insecurity, on top of everything else that made their relationship so delicate, like a houseplant, with no ability to survive out in the world. And now, when it was too late, she was saying too much, as if she wanted to demolish his doubts and objections one by one. She really didn’t. The time had come. ‘I just meant, you and me are like something between brackets.’ ‘Yeah. I suppose that’s right. For both of us.’
