A: "Those pants are like a lecture on molecular biology."
A: "You worry so much, you should be married to a political prisoner."
EB was laying across the windowsill (ours are very deep) next to some bulbs that we've started forcing in jars of rocks and water. We were talking about the bulbs. "Do you have a brown papery skin?" I asked. "No," she replied. "I'm not a plant, I'm an animal." I was glowing, I tell you, glowing.
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