Achingly shy, Ada imagined she would never find anyone she could tell all her secrets to. She knew how the moon tastes in summer, how bees know which flower to visit next, how to tell whether a distant thunderstorm was caused by a butterfly. Sometimes her secrets were hauntingly sad. She knew for instance why geishas always appear in her neighbour, Mrs Edmond’s nightmares.
Lost in his own thoughts, Vladimir fell backwards onto a young woman walking her dog. He had been wondering why the sun smelt sweeter when gazed upon upside down.