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“I’m always telling stories,” my father says.  ”I want somebody to tell me a story for a change.  I want Chris to tell me the story of her life.”

“That’s not so easy,” she says.

“It’s easier than you think. There are only tiny parts of it that anyone wants to hear.”

“Where should I begin?”

“Tell what you do for a living.”

“He hasn’t told you?”

“He doesn’t tell me much.”

“I’m a dancer.”

“Ballet?”

“I’m with a jazz company.”

“I don’t know anything about jazz dancing,” my father says.

The waiter brings the salads.

- Benjamin Cavell, Rumble, Young Man, Rumble