You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye - Margaret Atwood

They wore blouses with buttons down the front that suggested the possibilities of the word undone. These women could be undone; or not. They seemed to be able to choose.

We battled in secret, undeclared, and after a while I no longer fought back because I never won. The only defense was flight, invisibility.

And she finds it difficult to believe — that a person would love her even when she isn't trying. Trying to figure out what other people need, trying to be worthy.