They spoke of small things at first, since it was best, when reattaching threads, to begin with the easiest knots.

This ends now. We’re breaking bread.” The waiter gets to us before Thommo’s had time to peruse.“Do you have bread?”“We have croissants.”Thommo blinks. “We’re breaking croissant.”“One croissant?” the waiter asks.“With three plates.”“They’re very small.” He mimes the croissant’s size.“Then bring small plates,” Thommo says.

Forgive me,' Poe repeated earnestly.I nodded coldly. I was not above acting like a child; I was hardly more tha