Where I come from, she’d told me on our first day of university, when I sat next to her in the lecture hall for orientation, teenagers move to the city or else they tend to die. Which was eerie, coming from Bonnie, with her round angel’s face and soft way of speaking, her pale brows and hair so blonde it was almost white. This contrast had surprised me, and I liked her immediately. Bonnie had the kind of practical experience I lacked, and I hoped that she could teach me—how to dress, how to wear my clothes. How to be the sort of woman I aspired to be.
