“They couldn’t all be as dreadful as they seemed when she got to know them, or else why would anyone marry them, want to have them near? Prolonged contact, she had reasoned when slick with chardonnay, deep in the self-pitying vein, that must be it. Too long with me and they all turn, become worse.”

“They couldn’t all be as dreadful as they seemed when she got to know them, or else why would anyone marry them, want to have them near? Prolonged contact, she had reasoned when slick with chardonnay, deep in the self-pitying vein, that must be it. Too long with me and they all turn, become worse.”

— Julia Armfield