“You’ve got so much…you,” she said.
Matt took her coat. “What do you mean?”
Tessa waved at the wall. “Those pictures. Who are they?”
Matt shrugged. “Friends, family, the usual. Don’t you have your own pictures?”
“Yeah, of course. But not on the wall.”
Matt frowned but before he could ask what she meant, Tessa was at his bookshelf. “Have you read all these?”
“Some. I’m working my way through them.”
“That’s a lot of reading,” said Tessa.
Matt hadn’t made it past the living room door. He thought about asking Tessa if she’d like to sit down, but she looked like she hadn’t finished prowling around his flat.
“And this…what’s this?” she was looking at his sculpture.
“it’s a miniature of Rodin’s The Thinker. I keep it to remind me that when I don’t know what to do, that’s the time to stop doing anything and think about it.”
Tessa looked at him in a way he couldn’t interpret. He stopped speaking for long enough to think about it, but nothing came to him.
“What do you fund so surprising about this?” he asked. “Don’t you have pictures of the people who matter to you? Books you’re reading? Things to remind you of something?”
“Of course I do.” Tessa pulled her phone out of her handbag and showed Matt a picture of herself smiling from the screen. “I keep this picture as a screensaver to remind me to look after my self-esteem.”
Matt stopped and thought again. Once again, it didn’t help.
Tessa brandished her phone. “It’s all right here.”