She would always make fun of Donald and Maisie for being normal. She didn't say normal though. She said that they were average. Average everything. Average house and average food and average intelligence. Average life. She said that when they were dead and buried and history had moved there wouldn't be any trace of them. That in the future when anyone dug up their bones they wouldn't keep them because there'd be a million more like them, and when there's a million of something it's worthless. Worth nothing.

"You and me," she would say, "are not like everyone else. You understand that? We're different. Better. You might not think it but we're twice as alive as any of them."

She would say that when she was manic sometimes. Twice as alive. I believed it. I still do.