The parties realize that they’ve experienced an unanticipated intimacy with someone they don’t really know. It was surely more awkward for Oberavich. Two strangers had waltzed into his life and he had fallen into perhaps a too familiar easiness with them, unusual behavior for him. He couldn’t be sure how much he had said. But he didn’t think he had said anything too revealing. If it had just been the grass, he thought, but there had been all that wine. He had more than a slight hangover. As it worked out, the three people were quite agreeable to one another, and the awkwardness soon dissipated. Oberavich, with Helen’s assistance, cooked up an enormous breakfast of bacon and eggs, with plenty of coffee and toast. They fell on it like famished dogs, and it was only in the eating of it that they recalled that they had polished off all the leftover spaghetti before bed. But that didn’t stop them from mopping their plates clean. After that, however, it became apparent that Oberavich was eager to get on with his normal routine.
