"What a lovely afternoon and evening. Now we'd better have lunch."
"I'm very hungry," I said. "I worked at the café on a café crème."
"How did it go, Tatie?"
"I think all right. I hope so. What do we have for lunch?"
"Little radishes, and good foie de veau with mashed potatoes and an endive salad. Apple tart."
"And we're going to have all the books in the world to read and when we go on trips we can take them."
"Would that be honest?"
"Sure."
"Does she have Henry James too?"
"Sure."

"My," she said. "We're lucky that you found the place."
"We're always lucky," I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood.

There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.