‘Michael is the guarder of social rules.’ She turned to him. ‘You’re a nice guy as long as everyone else . . .’ She trailed off. ‘When I go out in the world,’ Michael said, ‘if someone throws some garbage on the street, it’s the most senseless thing to me. I lose my mind. Why are you doing this?’ ‘And it’s for hours,’ Joanna said. ‘We’re out on a nice walk and it’s a half-an-hour rant . . .’ ‘I see things collapsing,’ Michael said.
