“I NEED A FRIEND”
“McGyver,” shouted Luke, striding through the kitchen and through a conversation. “Mac! I need another white board marker. Now!”
Sylvia and Pauline ignored him and continued their conversation. Technically, it was about shops and shoes. In reality, it was carefully delineating the circles they mixed in and ensuring they were on the same wavelength. Sylvia knew this, but Pauline simply participated. If they had been closer in age, and from America, s*x and the City would be part of the conversation about now, Artemisia reflected, as she wandered through the kitchen. She wished she could email Lucia this insight. Lucia would frown at her: “Not s*x and the City again,” she would complain. “What’s wrong with it? Why do you always pick on it?”
Gradually, over the course of
