The Line

“...and I think it’s a problem with our idea of innocence,” she said, and it was clear by the changeable volume of her voice we were having one of the most engaged conversations at 37B Powerscroft Road. My wife, Garthene, was not at the party. She was not in the bathroom and about to burst in as her husband reached a windy philosophical plateau with an unmarried woman who, from a distance, seemed to be wearing a lot of -poorly applied lipstick but in reality just had an unusual lip–upper lip transition.