Chapters (106)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- A FEW MONTHS EARLIER
- ART SAID
- I WALK
- THEY SAY
- IN THE WINGS
- THEY SAY
- I POST
- THEY SAY
- A WOMB OF ONE’S OWN
- THERAPY SESSION #1(DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE)
- LIKE OF DUTY
- PICTURE THE SCENE
- I SAID
- THE PATATAS BRAVAS
- KELLY HAD SAID
- SOBER SEXTS
- ABLUTIONS
- MY BATHROOM SAID
- TIPPING POINT
- MY MOTHER SAID
- I WAS EIGHTEEN
- ART SAID
- SOMEONE SAYS
- A REALLY BAD SIGN
- MIA SAYS
- I WALK
- KNOCKKNOCK
- ONE-LINERS
- I SAY
- THE OUTRAGE
- BABY ELEPHANT
- ART SAID
- MY MOTHER SAYS
- HOW I MET KELLY
- ART SAID
- ART SAID
- WHAT LASTS?
- BAD STAND-UP
- GHOSTESS WITH THE MOSTEST
- I WOKE UP LIKE THIS
- THE MIND CREATES THE ABYSS
- I ADORED
- ART SAID
- YOU
- TERMS OF ENDEARMENT
- IF
- ART’S MOTHER SAID
- FULL DESPERATE
- MISERABLE PHO
- BREATHING FOR ONE
- POPULAR PROBLEMS
- ON THE BUS
- TABS
- GRANMA SAID
- ALL MY CIRCUS, ALL MY MONKEYS
- BURNOUT
- THERAPY SESSION #2
- IN
- APP IDEA
- LOOK NO HANDS
- HI HI HI
- BACK AT HOME
- EXHIBITS A AND B
- GOOD FAMOUS PEOPLE
- MY MOTHER
- STILL
- LIFE
- WE’D GONE
- ‘FUNNY’
- OUTGROWN
- ART SAID
- BODIES OF WORK
- KELLY SAID
- FAKE NEWS
- GOOGLE ME
- SOCIAL CATERPILLAR
- REALLY THO
- DEALS WITH STRANGERS
- NEWS ITEM
- NICOLETTE SAYS
- HALF AN HOUR LATER
- ASS FIZZ
- THAT NIGHT
- IT HAPPENED TO HAPPEN
- #FROTHEH
- MY MOTHER SAYS
- THE HEART CROSSES IT
- MANCHILD
- WHO YA GONNA CALL
- NAKED AMBITION
- SOHO SQUARE
- CHIEF EMOTIONS
- SHE SAYS
- KELLY SAYS
- GENUINE QUESTION
- LIFE DRAWING
- RELAX
- WE LIE
- SILENT-ISH NIGHT
- THANKS
- About the Author
- ALSO BY EMMA JANE UNSWORTH
- About the Publisher
I thought about her at least once every three minutes. I scratched my scalp and sniffed it; it smelled of her. I’d come into my flat and feel her energy there, latent somehow, in a place she’d never been. I missed the North: its winds and mosses; its cool, thirsty cities. I’d look at the weather reports for Manchester and feel glad when the weather was good. I had it as a location to slide past on my weather app. My little darling, I’m glad you have clear skies tonight, I’d think. I sang ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’ so loudly on the Tube once, drunk, that someone gave me a pound. I thought about our old living room, telly and lamp on; a cube of light in the vastness of space. I was an astronaut out on the arm of the mothership, umbilicus stretching, stretching, stretching.