For the moment it takes him to stand, the words are caught in my throat. It seems an easier task to move storms than to loosen my tongue. But I do. “I don’t want to live unexamined either,” I say. Without letting a moment fall between us, he asks, “And what do you propose to do for it?” In the little time I have spoken with Narciso, I have learned his voice and manner enough to know this: These words he has spoken are not challenge. They are not dismissal. They are an invitation.
