I even reach for the imaginary sword that isn’t sheathed on my back. One wrong move. One error of judgement. One twig crack and the game will be up and I’ll be one hundred and forty dollars out of pocket. Why couldn’t I have fallen in love with a girl who doesn’t have The Kraken as a mother? But we don’t choose who we fall in love with any more than we can choose our sexuality, our parents, our Gods, how long we’ll live, and, I suppose, our friends. Stuff like that’s beyond our control. You just have to go with it. Maybe the fear of getting caught is part of the thrill. Maybe Lisa and I are star-crossed lovers, without the ability to speak Italian. Well, I do. A bit. If Juliet or Lisa had a mobile phone (or rather, had a mobile phone that she was actually allowed to use) then things might have turned out differently for both of them. But Juliet was prevented from owning a mobile phone because she lived in the Elizabethan age when technology basically sucked (well, that plus the added fact that she didn’t actually exist).
