Before the Fall

by Noah Hawley

It feels like an important moment, like one of those critical junctures in life when you’re supposed to say something or do something, but you don’t know what. Only later does it hit you. Later, the thing you should have said will be as clear as day, but right now it’s just a nagging feeling, a clenched jaw and low nausea.

It’s hard to be sad when you’re being useful. And he liked that idea. That service to others brought happiness.