I couldn’t really remember what Max looked like. My brain had grabbed hold of just four specific details of him. I had spent the week since we’d last seen each other circulating those memories around my mind like four separate plates of canapés at a party. Once I’d had enough of memory platter one, I’d take a bite from memory platter two. When I was satisfied with that, I’d switch to another one and so on and so on. Not only were these four memories just enough to satiate my daydreams, working out exactly why my memory had clung on to the specific vignettes also fascinated me.
