“It had to happen.”
“I can’t believe it yet.”
He laughed. “If I were there I’d try to convince you.”
“Yes, I think you could. I’m willing to admit that.”
“Are you sorry?”
“N-o. But I’m so used to being myself. I can’t understand. It’s strange—that’s all. And I’m glad you called me. I’ve had a terrifying feeling that you must be somebody else, too.”
“I am somebody else.”
“I mean somebody I don’t know very well.”
“There’s a remedy for that.”
“What?”