My friends, who are both women, tell me their stories, which cannot be believed and which are true. They are horror stories and they have not happene… - Margaret Atwood

In restaurants we argue over which of us will pay for your funeral though the real question is whether or not I will make you immortal.

The Three of them were beautiful, in the way all girls of that age are beautiful. It can't be helped, that sort of beauty, nor can it be conserved; it's a freshness, a plumpness of the cells, that's unearned and temporary, and that nothing can replicate. None of them was satisfied with it, however; already they were making attempts to alter themselves into some impossible, imaginary mould, plucking and pencilling away at their faces. I didn't blame them, having done the same once myself.

I believe that everyone else my age is an adult whereas I am merely in disguise.