“You look disappointed.”
“I didn't make it. Everything is
slightly off tonight. The wind isn't right, the moon is too low. Got
lost, ended up in Mrs. Denison's garden. You should see the size of
her zucchinis.”
“I bet. Can I get you something? Tea?
Socks?”
“I know you think it's a joke, but if
this meeting is going to take place it must be on their terms.”
“Yes, but what if they're pulling
your leg?”
“But doesn't it makes sense?
Everything old stripped away, approaching the world unencumbered. A
new beginning, simple and natural.”
“How about Mrs. Denison's cucumbers?”
“Huge.”
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