“There is something odd about this cable,” he said. “It’s going through the wall.” “Cables go through walls all the time.” “No, they don’t. Cables go through holes in walls.” I felt a chill. Because he was right, by a pedantic twist of grammar. There was no hole in this wall. There wasn’t even a kink in the plastic where the cable entered the wall. That was what looked so odd. The cable slipped through brick as though it wasn’t there.
