“What inspired it?” M asked.

“Nothing really,” I said. “Just thought of it in the barber shop one day. And finally got the time to finish it today.”

“I wish I had that kind of imagination.”

“It’s a weird thing. I didn’t used to. When I was good at math and remembering stuff. Now my head’s so empty. So there’s more room. Less room in your lawyer brain.”

“Your head is not empty,” she kindly assured me.

It was useless to argue with her.

“I start school tomorrow. So even less room,” she said.

“Are you excited to meet your classmates?” I asked.

“Only because it is new and refreshing.”

“Isn’t that why we do anything?”

“Oh I don’t know about that, people find comfort in routine and familiarity.”

Again, there was no point in arguing with her.

“You’re right,” I said.