One of the last times I got together with my father he said my hair gets darker every time he sees me. Was I doing something to it?
We all live under an assumed name. There is no deep stamp on us.
When I called our editing desk in London recently, the person on the other line said, oh it's you, I recognized you because of your German accent.
My husband addresses me by the name nearest at hand. Our daughter's, our dog's, his best friend's wife.
In the morning I take a pair of pants out of the drawer and wonder could these be mine.