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Emma winked at her. ‘Good idea.’ And then, ‘Darling, you know what? Why don’t the two of us go on an adventure this weekend? We could go to Soho Farmhouse. Sleep in a massive bed. See some celebs. Row a boat on that tiny pond. Let’s get out of London, shall we?’

Nadia thought about it as she stirred in the honey to her tea. It sounded good to be anywhere but here. To be somebody else, somewhere else.

‘Would I have to talk to anyone except you?’

‘Nope.’

‘Would I have to do things to be a fun friend or can I wallow and feel bruised and sad?’

‘You can feel bruised and sad.’

‘Okay. Yes. I’d like that.’

Emma put her arm around her friend. ‘I’d like that too.’

Gaby held up her hands. ‘Thanks for the invite, guys!’

Emma didn’t miss a beat. ‘You’re at your mum’s this weekend!’

‘I know, but you could still have asked me.’

Nadia said, ‘You’re at Marie-Jean’s this weekend? That’s nice. Tell her I say hi.’

Gaby said, ‘I will do. I’m jealous of your plans now, though.’

‘The perks of survival,’ said Nadia. ‘When you cry, your friends whisk you away.’

‘Only if you have good friends.’

‘Yeah. God, can I date you instead?’

Emma laughed. ‘Join the queue,’ she said.

‘Wouldn’t it just be so much easier?’ Nadia leaned in for the last part of the brownie. ‘You guys don’t get upset at who earns more money or feel emasculated if somebody else picks up the bill. You don’t have to wait a beat too long to text back because it’s not masculine to be too eager, and god, can you imagine fucking a woman? Like, worshipping a vagina instead of thinking it is vaguely gross and something to be embarrassed about? That’s the thing I envy about lesbians: everybody is invested in how great the pussy is. I’ve been with too many guys who sort of tolerate it, because it’s the thing that they get to dip into. But they don’t truly love it, or understand it. Imagine dating somebody who actually understands how periods work, instead of having a vague knowledge that it means mood swings and blood? I just think that would be beautiful.’

‘I agree,’ said Gaby, her attention turning to the waitress. ‘Can we get the cheesecake too, please?’ she smiled at her.

The waitress nodded.

Emma said: ‘Me too. Like, I wonder what it would be like not to have to perform womanhood, as well.’

‘Like being genderqueer?’ Nadia said.

‘Yeah!’ said Emma. ‘I guess. The boxes of “male” and “female” are so narrow: if you’re a bloke, it’s best to behave this way and if you’re a chick, it’s best to behave this other way. What if there was no such thing as man and woman?’

‘I think I’d still love the dick,’ Nadia laughed.

Gaby said, ‘I don’t know if you would, though. I’m not telling you how you feel, but do you love dick because mostly that’s what you’ve assumed about yourself? What about a man with a vagina, or a woman with a penis?’

‘A lesbian with a good dildo?’ Emma added.

‘My auntie Linda wouldn’t know how to address the Christmas cards!’ Nadia said, laughing.

‘She could try simply using your names!’

‘No Mr and Mrs, or whatever?’

‘Exactly. That’s some antiquated patriarchal bullshit anyway.’

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