THE FERRY TURNED as it neared the island, its shifting mass pushing us against the rail and tilting our shadows across the deck. A new rhythm to the engine’s percussive racket drowned out the clamour of gulls at our wake. Sophie allowed the force to bring us closer but I moved further away. Each week we defined larger spaces around ourselves. Even our hotel room had become a testing ground for a complicated system of zones and
allowances.
“I often wonder what number I am,” she said. “Numbers, possessions, physical characteristics – you’re used to cataloguing. Sometimes I think that you must ...
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