I didn’t know her in any more elaborate of a sense than we’d been seated next to each other at the bar for at least a couple of hours.
In that time, neither of us had so much more than vaguely acknowledged the other; and even that was a grunted disconnect of animal noise and reflex.
Out of nowhere she leans over and says, “I guess if there’s a trick…it’s to actively forget the life you’ve learned, in favor of the one you’re living.”
Fuckin A, I said.
Fuckin A, she said.
