I’d ask myself, How did I get here? How did this happen? then remember, and forget again, and carry on like everything was normal, which of course it was.
I have a memory of a group of us dancing on a pontoon on the lake one Friday night that I think about if ever I need to reduce my blood pressure.
Nathan, whose greatest fear is that he’ll develop a resistance to Botox, returned from Frankfurt with the face of an inexpressive eight year old.
A man at another table pointed at me, his hand trembling, and said, “Itzak Stern sat there.”
Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.