There at the bar, Bill again engaged in his shy, self-effacing talk about work, his dog, his move and the like. At one point he even took out his phone to show us the pictures of his dog that he had stored on it. Lo and I indulged his civil offerings of friendship and we responded in turn, though I could read Lo’s mind. Reading Lo’s mind wasn’t so hard because everything she thinks she expresses with her body. Her right hand went up to reach around Bill’s…