Danae’s apartment really was a one-bedroom.

Neither of them had anywhere to put us and both of them had already done the thing that people actually do, which is open a door at nine at night to a woman with two children and no warning, and I was so far past the edge of myself by the Wednesday that I read ordinary human awkwardness as rejection, and I have since told both of them so.

Danae cried.

Bridget said, “Yeah, I know, I could see it happening and I didn’t know what to say.”