You are merely giving me a tour of the museum.” “The museum? . . . I don’t follow you.” “Your museum of pain. Your sanctuary of justifiable indignation.” “I, uh . . .” “We all superintend such a place, I suppose,” she said, “although some of us are more painstaking curators than others. That is the category in which I would certainly put you, Dominick. You are a meticulous steward of the pain and injustices people have visited upon you. Or, if you prefer, we could call you a scrupulous coroner.”
