She was so seductively erudite, my skin prickled. The ferry pitched and buffeted through the waves as we sank deeper under each other’s spell.
The thing had begun leaning over the rail and watching the dolphins—I’d made a casual comment about the island to my neighbour. Of course, she knew its entire history. And everything about dolphins.
By the time we reached anthropology, I was in love.
“Are you interested in anthropology?” she asked, “I have 1.5 metres of anthropology on my bookshelf.”