I hit your thigh!” “Oh, please. A man doesn’t need that long to recover from a knee to the thigh.
No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.
Need someone to talk to? I could tug my ear right now.
So here I was expecting at the very best a cordial welcome from the girls who were prepared to fight me to the death for someone I didn’t want. Instead I was embraced.
She must have been debating staying in the line or forcing me to run home and change.
But if it was always a point of speculation, where one person insisted it was a certain way and another denied it, how would anyone ever hold on to the truth?