Complete text: he hears the muffled sound of a plastic spoon being tapped on a foam cup , and the noise , like a robin searching for food under dry leaves , as serena opens a packet of sweetener . serena takes her time tearing the blue paper and flicking a nail to empty the contents . it reminds frank of a night spent in a broadway theater sitting with his knees crushed against the seat in front while watching dustin hoffman play shylock . a row behind him , a woman , who smelled of rosemary roasted chicken and had coughed through three acts , took most of shylock 's defense of his pound of flesh to unwrap a lozenge that left the odor of horehound well into act v. '' how are you ,
frank