“I believe that women should have educations and jobs and refrigerators to put their fucking food in and that they should be able to give birth in hospitals with incubators in the NICU,” she said, genuinely pissed. “That’s not a controversial statement.”

This was what Francis had said to her on Phil Miles’s roof the first time they met, and it was such a just and tidy logic she had never really moved away from it.

“Oil companies don’t care about incubators,” said Charlie. “They don’t give a fuck about you, or any woman in Kazakhstan, or any woman anywhere.”

“Neither do you,” said Elizabeth. “You’re wearing a fucking wedding ring.”