“Truth be told, I’d prefer a bit of a distraction to a sympathetic ear.” “That I can provide,” she said, taking hold of my arm. “Lord knows you’ve done the same for me often enough in the past.” I fell into step alongside her. “Have I?” “Endlessly,” she said. “It’s easy to forget when you’re around.” She stopped walking for a moment and I had to stop too, as she’d linked her arm in mine. “That’s not right. I mean to say when you’re around, it’s easy to forget.” “Forget what?” “Everything,” she said, and for a moment her voice wasn’t quite as playful. “All the bad parts of my life. Who I am.
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