‘That’s the problem,’ Dan says, picking spent thyme from the bubbling pot. ‘It’s a problem, in every direction: not trusting yourself.’
The news in the kitchen and the rooms beyond it — perhaps even the street, the neighbourhood — is that Loos is giving up drinking, drugs, all of it, out of a fear that she will be offered a vision but will miss it, which is to say that God might try to talk to her but she will have no choice but to discount the episode, to chalk it up to substance, things being as they have been.
‘For all I know, it’s already happened,’ Loos says. ‘It’s happened, but I don’t remember.’ She joins Dan at the steamy bench! She leans on the happy ochre tiles!
2020-05-19 coup d'œil