And I grew up finding out what that name does to a room, and when I met Bryn I wanted to be liked by somebody who did not know it.
And my father said one thing to me about that, in 2021, in a kitchen.
“Make sure you know who he is before you tell him who you are.”
And on that bus I understood it for the first time as a warning rather than a piece of advice.
And I rang the number he gave me in 2014 and told me to use if I ever actually needed it, which I never had.
He picked up on the second ring.
“Etta?”
“Dad. I need help.”
And his voice did something. “Where are you.”
“On a bus.”
And there was about four seconds of nothing.
And I told him the whole of it — the
