“Why had I never thought about how intimate it was, just sleeping in the same room with someone? Because it really was – it was how I knew Siobhan talked in her sleep, and occasionally sang, and that Linnie stole every blanket she saw and then denied it with a straight face in the morning. When you were asleep, you were who you were, not who you were pretending to be, and now I was going to be doing that with Bill, with someone I’d just met that morning.”
