“I’m afraid I was terribly boring,” says Joyce. “I wanted to get married.” “God, that’s not boring, Joyce,” says Pauline. “To really mean it, that’s the dream. How did you fall in love with Gerry, can you remember?” “Oh, I didn’t fall in love with him,” says Joyce. “Nothing like that. I just walked into a room and there he was, and he looked at me, and I looked at him, and that’s all there was to it. Like I had always been in love with him, no falling necessary. Like finding the perfect pair of shoes.”
