“She stands under the hand dryers in the rest room, because she likes the feeling of wind whooshing through her hair, as though she’s leaning her head out a car window on the highway, or like she’s Superman, circling the Earth. How does the hand dryer know to start as soon as you stick your hands out? It’s amazing, this, but the women in the restroom don’t notice, and just stare, panicked, into the mirror, trying to work out what’s wrong with them before anyone else does.”
