“Do you know Dr Hall?” Gina asked, as we walked along. I shrugged. “I get the train with him, in the morning.” “Cool,” she said. “Looked like you knew each other, that’s all.” I shouldn’t have said another word, but I needed to. I needed to voice it and make it real. “We read books,” I told her. “Both of us, I mean. We show each other what we’re reading. On the train.” She smiled. “Nice. I’ve seen him with books sometimes. He doesn’t talk to me about it though.” She laughed. “He doesn’t talk to me about anything. Maybe he’ll be different with you.” Somehow I doubted it.
