It's incredible knowing that her touch, so effortlessly, seems to be able to break through the force-fields that Sophie and I have; two kindred souls who used to recoil at human contact in any form and yet here we both were.
Leila is leaning over watching Sylvana, working through a bowl of shelled nuts, with a magazine in one hand lazing in the kitchen after showing up for lunch. It's obvious she's bored, mulling over something, and she hasn't been her chatting sparkling self but neither does she seem upset. Leila is one of those people who lets you know when she wants to talk and is very good at saying nothing at all if she doesn't. She just seems happy to watch us learn to cook Italian food and revel in the atmosphere.
It's all so very relaxed and I cast my mind to where I would be rig
