That lemony-jasmine fragrance that's so dizzying comes from these little white blossoms here. The thing about camellias, you know, is that when they're about to die, they won't tell you in time. I'm going crazy. Don't let me down again. Sorry to cut the tour short, but I'm starving.
Lunch passes in a blur.
That they don't usually have more than a couple of guests because it's difficult to follow a conversation. That celery has been banished because Julia can't hear anyone when she or they are crunching it. The hailstorm two weeks ago. Luke's music lessons. His least favourite subject at school.