A Specific World

Of course it did.

She looked at herself in the entrance mirror — the particular posture of someone checking whether a thing is what it appears to be. Then she looked at him.

"Sylvia has very good taste," she said.

"Sylvia has specific instructions," he said. "The taste is in the instructions."

She came into the kitchen. Sat at the island. At his side of it, now — the adjustment had become permanen