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And as much as she wanted to meet someone, she was a bit too happy in her own company. Kate had become her own best date.
“I just want to meet someone nice. Who’s not a maniac. And who doesn’t turn out to be a money launderer and/or a drug dealer.”
“Why do people stay together when they’re clearly so unhappy?” Kate asked. “It makes no sense.”
“A man is like an optional extra; you should only take one on when it is beneficial to do so. It’s like refraining from the fourth plate at the all-you-can-eat curry buffet. Just because it’s there, doesn’t mean you have to have it.”
She smiled to herself; the first coffee of the day was a joy unlike any other.
Just when she thought she’d no spark in her today, a basket of bent, muddy vegetables had come to the rescue.
“Sorry I wasn’t your dream man!” he called. “Sorry I don’t have a penis!” Kate called back.
“He brings out your sparkle,” said Mac. “That’s not sparkle,” Kate corrected. “It’s rage-glitter.”
“There’s nothing wrong with staying in, if it makes you happy,” said her dad. “But you’re hiding. And that’s not the same thing at all.”
Of all the holidays, Christmas was the one that replenished her soul and made her feel the most hopeful.
She became so engrossed in her work, she forgot she wasn’t alone. It was all so beautiful, she had to capture the fleeting changes of scene. Each fresh layer altered the shapes in the microcosm.
“People confuse nostalgia with love and end up getting divorces or having affairs and all sorts. No, I think if you haven’t kept in touch for twenty years there’s probably a good reason.”
“And, well, the truth of it is, he was. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him. I just didn’t love him enough.”
