his eyes like an empty glass bowl.

foal.

The slow, rocking bow again. Whatever colour Deenie had in her white face had drained out of it.

And the kiss was like – what was it like? It was like finding your favourite pair of boots under the bed. It was like finding them on the last day of your lease, the boxes already in the van, having assumed that they must have been left at an ex-lover’s house, or simply vanished by your own carelessness. Oh, these. Oh. Oh. I love these.

I was desperate to get through to the part of Carey only I was able to reach, the sticky passionate silly place that transcended real life.

‘baby dinosaur features’.

He didn’t want to give me lots of editorial detail, lots of camera angles, and then let me come to my own conclusion. He had a lot of charisma but he didn’t want to use it for this.

But the way he saw me left an impression. It changed how I saw myself.

Another trip to the offy.