"I feel like I’m a kid again.”
Elizabeth looked up from the pile of books she had open in front of her and Francesca looked at her questioningly.
“But you do research for your books. I’ve seen you sitting like this plenty of times.”
“It’s not just this. It’s the way people are with me – it reminds me of the way people treated me at school. Hushed whispers about me as if I am some mysterious mystical being mixed with the odd person brave enough to start a rumour.”
“Believe it or not, I know the feeling. I was always the creepy girl that lived in that weird commune, and it didn’t help that I was widely considered a nerd. Of course people were desperate to get to know my brother, and when we got older he was the mysterious broody guy that half the school had a crush on. But we weren’t a
