IVI LOOKED DOWN IN MY coffee by reflex, and then looked up at her, trying to smooth my forehead to take the worry lines out of it. "It's just what old Ben said. About the 95% rule. It's really spooky. Because it shows up in all these other places."
I set my coffee down and started to pick up the plates.
"Oh, let me clean up," Sal offered. With a gesture all the plates and pans were clean and put away, the jam, honey, cream and anything else on the table besides our coffees were all put into their regular storages, be it on the shelf on in the refrigerator.
Always surprised when she did that, I never got tired of it. But I also liked having to clean up on my own. I smiled and picked up my coffee again and sipped it, looking at her eyes on me. "Thanks, now where was I?"
"Haunted by a spo
