“Good book?” Katherine asked, nodding over her coffee cup towards the girl on the table next to her. The girl blinked and looked up.
“Yer- er- I suppose-” she floundered. “Have you read it?” she asked. “The writer is really obscure.”
“Obscure?” asked Katherine.
“Yer. No one really knows who he is, but his stuff is really, well look at this bit.”
She pointed to a paragraph.
“This bit is actually referring to the main character’s latent homosexuality, and his failure to connect with Gret on a spiritual level.”
“Of course.” said Katherine, reading back her own writing. “I’m sure that must have been what the writer intended.”