“It had occurred to me that Jack and I would be starting out of the house at the same time each morning and that St. Anthony’s School was on his way to work. From that, I had perfected my fantasy: I would arrive in the MG amidst the confusion of buses, share a private laugh with Jack, then swing the door open to my newfound popularity. My hair would have come out as sleek and straight as Marianne Faithfull’s. By lunchtime, I’d be class president.”
