"The cogs and pulleys and chains of my body geared up to perform the simple pattern of movements required for me to land a caring, conciliatory hand on her knee but the engine didn’t fire and I remained rigid in my place. She stayed quiet. Sat there, rocking her heels to and fro, clacking them together like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, which I’d seen on television once. A childhood trait of hers kicking through into womanhood."
-David Whitehouse, Bed (via chudames)
