fifty-five

Izzy nodded. She seemed to be thinking. “Has it ever not been like that for you?” she said.

Emma tried to remember. “I think so. Maybe once, with one person. How about for you?”

“Yeah, with one person it wasn’t. Maybe with two.”

Emma noticed that Izzy had said person, and wondered if that was significant, and also wondered whether she had been meant to notice it especially. Saying person rather than man seemed as though it might be important, she thought, and began to convince herself that it was. She had almost decided it was, and that Izzy was trying to tell her something, when she realized that she had said person as well. She had said person, for no particular reason, so maybe Izzy had done the same. Maybe person was just what Izzy had happened to say, and it meant nothing, and Emma was reading far too much into it.

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