9. As I sit waiting at a restaurant table I see out of the corner of my eye again and again a little cat come up onto the white marble doorway of the restaurant entryway and then, every time I look over, it is not a little cat I see but the shadow, cast by the streetlamp, of a branch of large midsummer leaves moving in the wind from the river.
Jag gillar verkligen Davis' stil. Gentle. Jag kommer inte på något svenskt ord. I alla fall: läs henne.