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‘The possibility of us,’
It sometimes seemed so peculiar and wrong to her that you could be that intimate with someone, to go to sleep with them and wake up with them, to do really quite extraordinarily personal things together on a regular basis, and then, suddenly, you don’t even know their telephone number, or where they’re living or working, or what they did today or last week or last year. Ellen watched a giant wave on the horizon curl and crash with a distant boom.
You weren’t meant to admit, even to yourself, how badly you wanted love. The man was meant to be the icing, not the cake.
The words ‘I love you’ began to hover in Ellen’s thoughts, like a song lyric she couldn’t get out of her head.
I’ve been in her house. I’ve used her bathroom. I know what brand deodorant and tampons she uses.
only she had a grey-haired, bespectacled father who would warmly shake Patrick’s hand and ask him man-to-man questions about surveying, while the sweet mother fussed about, trying to get the ‘fellows’ to take a second piece of cheesecake.

