I told her the most revealing and awkward thing I could imagine because it was already there, we both knew it, and saying it took it out of her hands. It wasn’t in mine either; it was just sitting on the laminated table. She could take it and sit on it if she wanted, or she could spill it all over my shirt, but in that case I would at least have entertained some people, and paid her a compliment. But mostly I said it because I could not hold it in. Then a wonderful thing occurred and I went insane.