“Isn’t it funny?” he said. “You started all this, Marion.” “All what?” He looked suddenly shy. “You’ll laugh.” “I won’t.” He pushed his hands in his pockets. “Well—this sort of self-improvement. You know. I’ve always enjoyed our chats—about art and books and all that—with you being a teacher, and now Patrick’s helping me too.” “Helping you?” “To improve my mind.”
