Reality and Other Stories

took it out and looked: nothing important, just the electronic detritus of modern life.

He hugged like a natural non-toucher who had taken professional instruction in how to overcome his instincts and hug, and then found, greatly to his own surprise, that he liked it.

What he certainly was, though, unequivocally and by a huge margin, was my richest friend

he had a special status, as part of the furniture of my life, the kind of friend who when you’re asked how you met you have to think for a while to remember.