Why is that?”“I’m the wrong person to explain. ”“I thought we had a real mess. It was an act so automatic as to be invisible: precisely what we are taught to watch for in ourselves, but that proves infinitely easier in the instruction than in the practice. The fork on the left, knife and spoon on the right, napkin folded just so on the plate.
We did not speak over the course of that strange journey. That’s where the street ends. It’s almost a courtesy. What wasn’t house was garden.
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