It all began with a different conversation, in a different city. I came home from school to find that you had hidden your toy—a small woodland creature, a bushy-tailed squirrel—in the vase I’d made with mum.
I’m an intuitive person. I just know what I know, is how I explain it to poor Bonnie, who doesn’t have an intuitive bone in her body
Francine loved talking about Pacific Coast Highway, the road beside the cliffs, the ocean so blue besides
