She’s ranting away on my arm but I know this is her way of saying, “I’m broken-hearted, Mush. I’m devastated.” It’s just Helen can’t come out and say that. She has to dress up her emotions in attitude, the way I dress up mine in quiet. But she knows I know that about her, and she knows that about me, too. So we’re having this whole other, deeper conversation between us, right now, without needing to speak it, cos it’s always been this way with us. Some people you can just know.
