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Chapter 8

‘Lauren?’ said Jane Stafford.

‘Yes?’ I said.

‘Are you all right?’ Jane tilted her head to the right, causing her glossy hair to fall across her cheekbone.

‘We met at a sushi restaurant,’ I said, ‘Gerry and me. And I. Gerry and I.’ She smiled, expectant. When I said nothing more, she commented, ‘That sounds nice.’

‘Yeah,’ I said.

‘How long ago was this?’ said Jane. She held a cheap Bic ball-point, a pad in her lap. I felt alarmed, wondering what she would write down, how she would distill me into sentences.

‘I don’t know,’ I said. She peered at me questioningly. I stared at her large brown eyes, and the room grew hazy.

‘I love him,’ I whispered, a familiar dread rising in my chest, making me feel feverish. ‘I’m really hot.’

‘You feel hot?’

‘Yes,’ I said. Jane was intent, looking at me through what seemed to be a room of smoke. I cleared my throat and tried to shake it off. ‘I’m very dizzy,’ I said.

‘You’re feeling anxious?’

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘And I’m feeling really hot.’

‘Breathe,’ said Jane. ‘How else do you feel?’

I took a deep inhalation, but the woozy feeling remained. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ I said.