We stood in the center of the room and Jen drew a circle around us in chalk. What were our habits, what were our peculiarities -- whatever made us who we are went inside. Outside went everything else.
Q: What went outside?
I named every body part for her, kneeling as I was on one knee, hurting vaguely. "This one, this one, that one!" Each time I said the name to the best of my ability. Funny bone was funny. So were toes, pinky, and earlobe. Clavicle, neck, head -- nothing funny about that.
Jen said, "Remember when we were in college? You tried to kiss me."
"I remember. The kiss failed."
"But I remembered it."
"Well, that's something."
We put it in the circle.
Where does that favorite writer of yours lead to? I mean, in the sequence. Who did you find because of him?
It's like a great mystery up, hurry up before the case is closed.