I have always been polite. I’m not a stupid girl. I know to say yes when I am asked to do a thing, only yes and thank you and of course and I’d be glad to and please allow me! I’m sorry. I say I’m sorry. I turn sideways in a hallway to let someone pass and press myself flat so they can get enough room to ride a bloody horse past and I say I am sorry. I must be sorry, therefore I am. Those were my allocated words, given at birth, pinned on my crib so I’d know.
