I knew from a study I once did of a drug designed to dampen the effects of adrenaline overload that a near-death experience, or equally triumphant moment, can have lingering, often euphoric effects. This can translate into grandiose, potentially self-destructive behavior by the victims of this syndrome. In my case, it presented as a particularly loud tie.“You’re going to wear that?” Natsumi asked.These were the only words ever spoken by Natsumi that I’d also heard from Florencia. Leading me to think it was gender-based.“I shouldn’t?”“Well, not necessarily.”“It’s pure silk,” I said. “Famously woven right here in Como.”“Was I there when you bought it?”“Not exactly.”“It’s very bold and lovely,” she said, straightening the knot. “I’m sorry if I sounded less than entranced.”I had nothing to criticize about Natsumi’s wardrobe—a tightly fitted black thing and toeless high heels. Not that I ever would anyway. She looked like a million bucks and I told her so.“Thank you.
