God knows what I thought! Your brain does amazing acrobatics when it doesn't want to believe something.

It's like being in love, discovering your best friend.

And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.

Incredible what slender threads you begin to hang your hopes on.

It is so hard trying to say what you mean.

How did you ever get here, Maddie Brodatt?" "'Second to the right, and then straight on till morning,'" she answered promptly-it did feel like Neverland. "Crikey, am I so obviously Peter Pan?" Maddie laughed. "The Lost Boys give it away." Jamie studied his hands. "Mother keeps the windows open in all our bedrooms while we're gone, like Mrs. Darling, just in case we come flying home when she's not expecting us.

But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.