“Synchronicity,” she said when I got to the Gina’s leaving party bit. She patted my hand. “You a believer in synchronicity, sweetheart?” “I believe in loads of stuff,” I told her. “People think I’m a bit dappy for it most of the time.” “Never stop believing in it,” she said. “No matter what people think, never stop believing in it. I never have. It’s where your heart sings loudest, when that belief in the world comes true.” She was just like me. The eternal optimist.
