By the time we’d arrived at the house, and had parked, and were walking up the driveway with a pie that we’d brought with us from the city, our conversation had turned to another topic, though I can’t now remember what it was. Probably we were talking about our cats, which we’d left in the room at the hotel, because that’s what we usually talk about now, when we’re not talking about something else. It’s a little embarrassing, but it’s true.