Valentine
Valentine and I looked so consummately right as a couple: stylish, easily intimate, his arm dropped casually across my shoulder, our clasped hands swinging…
Hadley's narrator feels like "an overgrown giant" in her family's house, "bumping up against the ceiling like Alice in Wonderland after she's found the cake labelled 'Eat Me.'" Her attention thrusts forward, out of there. She has burned her boats, can't go back.