We didn’t even speak when we got inside. [He] took both my hands in his and squeezed them, just for a second, and then released them at my sides. He went upstairs and I walked around the corner to my office. I felt like a newly laid egg, all swishy and gloopy inside, and so fragile that the slightest pressure could break me.
Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine
