Why was I mesmerised by the way the muscles in her arms tensed as she clutched the bags, though? There were only two explanations. One was that I was a cannibal. The other didn’t bear thinking about.
But I don’t know if she likes girls.” “Only one way to find out,” I said. She looked at me as if to say, And that is? “Ask her if she liked Fiona Apple’s latest album.” “Of course.” She hit her forehead with the heel of her hand.
