When Marie was small, she wanted to be small. She took up a lot of space and she didn’t want to take up any space at all. She tried to not work out. She tried not to eat so much. She even got a mean jealous boyfriend to make her feel small. “I need to be careful. If I more too fast, if I’m not gentle enough, I’ll ruin everything. I should be slow and caring. It just takes a moment to lose all of it.” She’d think things like that all the time. She carefully made a world that would not survive her touching it, thinking every day about exactly the things she shouldn’t say that would instantly destroy everything, until the morning she, for no reason at all, said it.