Fragments of an ordinary evening

We came in for dinner and left at two. Nobody made us feel it was late — and that, now, is a rare luxury.

I brought four clients from Munich. The kitchen spoke for me all evening, and at the card table we closed something that had been open for months.

I had never played cards in my life. Someone explained the rules with more patience than I deserved, and I ended up talking for two hours to a man from Trento.