Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Charlotte and I stopped talking,” Ash said. She’d pulled up two armchairs to the window and now they both sat where Ash often sat on her own, gazing out at the lights across the river. “We used to tell each other everything. We were always chatting away. Always over-sharing the biggest intimacies.” She managed a small chuckle. “You know, processing everything excessively like lesbians tend to do.” Gloria would perhaps not know, because as far as Ash was aware, Gloria wasn’t a lesbian. “Once we stopped talking… Once I found myself self-censoring before I said something to her, that was the beginning of the end.” She hadn’t talked about this in a while, but Gloria had asked. “It’s like we drifted away from each other, onto different wavelengths, where it became harder
