in front of me and looked at my face for about three seconds, the way you look at somebody when you are deciding something.
And then, with no warning at all, his eyes filled.
He said: he hasn’t told you anything, has he?
And here is the thing I have not been able to explain to anybody since.
My first feeling was not fear. It was relief.
For about a second and a half, standing in that corridor with a lunch box, I thought: good. Finally. Here it is.
Because I had spent eleven months waiting to find out what it was, and any answer is easier to hold than the shape of a question.
I had a list. An actual list, in my head, in order, of what it might be.
Another woman was first. It had been first since about the June.
And what I have to sit
