We were talking about philosophy. Gail says (my sister Gail, who’s quadriplegic), “a master’s from the school of velocity,” and then pauses to laugh, saying, between breaths, “wait! I’m laughing,” … so I wait, and then she whisper-shouts, “fool!” and we’re talking over Skype, so I yell, “what??” and she repeats, “pool!” and I think, “pool??” and repeat it back to her with a question mark in my voice and there’s more laughter, I have to wait a minute because she’s laying flat on her back and laughter takes the place of voice, so I wait and she utters “fool – a master’s from the fool of velocity!” and this is so crazy that I’m laughing, we’re both laughing. The line goes absolutely silent. There’s a six-hour time difference between us and the time difference is arbitrary but the laughter is real.