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He showed her how much he loved her through the things that he did, rather than the words he said. She knew Jake mistrusted overt displays of affection because he found them insincere.
She messaged him anyway and they went on a date and it was, like all the others, disappointing. Not in a way that made it terrible; in a way that made it mediocre, and that was worse.
She had realised lately that her friendship with Jas was based on shared bitterness
Increasingly, this is what Marisa thinks politics has become: two men, overly fond of the pomp and ceremony of their own voices, talking in rhetorical non-sequiturs until one of them wins a spurious point that has vanishingly little to do with anyone’s daily reality.
He belongs to that cadre of Englishmen who have never had to worry about learning the rules because they are the ones who make them.
Not because his death would leave an absence in her life, but because his existence had.
She had mistaken the bubbles of anxiety in her stomach for a simmering romantic passion, wrongly believing that love felt unsettled, like a half-packed suitcase awaiting a trip that never comes.
It was a peculiar privilege of the posh to be able to give their progeny the most unflattering nicknames and for it not to affect their life chances.
Kate found it extraordinary how much ownership strangers felt they had over her uterus. People she had only just met would imagine they knew her age, her sexual proclivities and her maternal urges. There was an assumption, implicit in the question, that all women should want to have children and that those who didn’t were somehow lacking. It used to infuriate her. Now it just left her hollow.
She supposed she was sad, but the sadness now went so deep she had forgotten how to understand it.
