‘That was fast,’ she says. I tell her I’m sorry, but she just laughs. ‘I meant me.’ I hadn’t noticed, or I had but I’d been so concerned about being good that I didn’t realise I’d done so well. I just want you to be happy, I tell her. She twists around and kisses my forehead. ‘I’m totally content.’ I really want to believe her and stop hating myself. When we’re together, I very nearly feel like a good person. We can go again if you like? ‘I’d love to,’ she says, ‘but my boyfriend will be home soon.’