Grace was one of those types who never changed but only aged and had no apparent expectations or ambitions other than the wish that her life should remain the same.

I'm really enjoying being single. I'm not even looking to meet anybody, which is so freeing.

Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?

I love things that are old and glittery, that come with layers of glamour and past lives.

A glittering disco ball spins from the ceiling, but the music is something I've never heard, discordant and haunting and insistent, the kind of music that demands you dance.

I make mistakes. That's what I do. I speak without thinking, I act without knowing. I drink so much that I can barely walk...I'm a fantastic lover though, and an amazing friend. God knows I mean well.

So much of being a woman is telling lies