The Importance of a Good Conversation

Olive was never sure this really happened, for the rest of her life she didn't know if she had imagined it. The children stood in the doorway watching, sometimes going to their mother, though she shook them off. Olive saw the red scarf that she had knitted for little Henry, lying half under the couch in the living room and picked it up. Jack bowed again in his ironic way. He stepped back and put his hands into the pockets of his khaki pants, and then he took them out again. Christopher asked Anne as she passed through the room once more, with a wheelie suitcase,. Then he turned to Jack. Very nice to have met you. If you'll