Nora had had her first rejuvenation twenty years ago, at thirty-eight, and a second at fifty. The skin of her shoulders was glassily smooth in the bedside lamp’s roseate light. Lindsay reached into his bedside table’s upper drawer and took his old video monocle from its padded box. Nora pulled her slim arms from the gown’s beaded sleeves and reached up to unwire her hat. Lindsay began filming.