From the story, 'Memory'
"Hi, Oona, how've you been?" She sits down in front of me, in the spot that Kian has recently vacated. I'm still shaken from the previous encounter with one of my characters, but this one should be a bit easier to bear.
Anyway, it's National Optimism Day. I have to keep smiling.
"I'm fine." She sighs, rubbing her feet with one hand. "But this dancing is killing my feet. I swear it can't be worth it. What do you think?"
"Oona, I know your future. I know what's planned for you. And I have to tell you just to keep going. I swear it'll be okay."
"How do you know? Did Kian tell you?"
"Hmm ... sort of."
"Right... So you know Kian too?"
"Oh yes, I know him." Then quietly, as though to myself, I add, "I just killed him."
But Oona doesn't hear. Instead, she looks at me and smiles. "You know what? You're the only one who hasn't told me yet that I'm mad."