"My best friend and I got matching jobs at Beauty Express, a place where we got prizes for selling the shampoo derived from white truffles. Most of the time, I played loud music and put all the bottles in perfect rows—proof that we did something. When I got fired for showing up late, my best friend kept working there and complained every day about the new girl she had to work with. The series of complaints was so long and so specific that I considered it a kind of love."