Brains are delicate things…
“What are you working on now?” she asks.
“I’m thinking about doing an essay on self-righteousness. How it has affected the women’s movement, and so forth.”
She laughs. I know this laugh well. It is Australian through and through, equal parts amusement and mockery. “You were always self-righteous,” she observes.
I am stung but try not to show it. “What were you?” I retaliate.
More laughter. “I was worthy.”
page 25 of Kate Jenning’s collection “Trouble”
One of those irregular verbs, then…