You love this girl. You hate this fucking girl. Open your mouth, lift your tongue. Jamie leans back against the stove. The water has begun to boil.
Little bubbles rise from the bottom and burst into the air at the surface.
Everyone s away. If there s something you need to tell me, then tell me. If not, I m leaving. Behind him the kettle has begun to hiss, gathering momentum. The steam rises into the bird s throat.