A quiet moment at home with Miss Edith and Notarius:
The scene is thus: Miss Edith, clad in a light summer dress, is stretched out across the small Chesterfield, enjoying a cool breeze; Notarius, nearby, sits at a wooden chair, with his laptop, looking at the BBC news.
“Salman Rushdie’s been knighted, it says here,” he says to his wife. “Apparently his life is in danger again or something.”
Miss Edith, only half-aware of what’s been said, replies sadly, “He’s been knighted?… but you know what else, he’s getting divorced.”
Notarius glares at Miss Edith, astounded by how unfocused and dim she can truly be. “Divorce is the least of Salman Rushdie’s problems right now,” he says pointedly.
“I wonder if they signed a prenup,” muses Miss Edith, gazing out the window.
Notarius walks away. Sometimes there’s just no talking to Edith.
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