“Why? Why would she want to meet me?” “Because I told her you were a dancer and a friend of mine, and she said she wanted to meet you.” He has so much confidence it’s unsettling. Why doesn’t he understand this from my perspective? “I’m not a dancer, Alistair. I’m a stripper. I don’t belong on that stage. You can’t take a stripper to meet the prima ballerina.” My voice comes out in a harsh whisper, and the words slice something in me.
