A girl’s life was defined by lines: fine lines, hairlines, bikini lines, class lines, the tightrope line between being a good girl and a slut. But there was always a moment when the lines blurred...

…Tea. There is nothing saner than tea, he thought. … Tea was the great leveler. It brought calm, quiet, contentment, warmth. And it was something to do. …..Tea– so normal, so mundane, so hot……The heat...