CHAPTER 9

-Not the moors again.

-Yup.

-Fuck.

-Tell me about it. I always think you're going to turn into Kate Bush or something.

-Or Emily Bronte?

-Yeah, or Emily Bronte. You know, raven tressed, storm tossed, consumptive...

-What is consumption, anyway? TB?

-Christ, I'm not sure really. But yeah, I think it's TB. Personally I like it.

-You like it?

-Not the disease-- the name. The idea of being consumed by a disease.

-Well, you're a sick fuck.

-And thank you kindly, ma'am.