|The Girl on a street in Dublin.|
Sometimes, though, she says something that I know she is not repeating from me or anyone else, something she must have worked out on her own.
The other night she was reading Peter Pan to me as I tried to shave with a straight razor, and asked if it hurt.
"Not if you do it properly," I said, "but I'm still learning. Do you know why I'm trying to learn?"
Absent-mindedly, without looking up, she said, "We need to know how to be a Gordian."
A guardian? I asked.
"Like people used to be," she said, and I realised she was saying Edwardian.