I have let myself into N's flat and am luxuriating in a hot bath. I hear him at the front door. Do I have to get out to let him in? No he has his own set of keys.
I knew I would not have to move, that I was in the right and the world would bend to fit around me.
I have an image of layers of true stories I have told throughout my life - these are a real part of me and cannot be denied by any bonkers religion.