‘So I read that story of the month,’ she said, and I knew what was coming. ‘Was it..?’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Well, not completely, but mainly, yes.’
She smiled to herself, pleased by this, I think, but I’m not totally sure because the way she processes information is opaque to me. I can see thoughts flicker, just behind her expression, but what those thoughts are, I can never fathom.
Stupidly, all I could think to say was, ‘Did it read well?’ because that was the important thing. Obviously.