Today, around midday, I’m supposed to go over to the neighbors’ house for lunch, because they invited me to do so, on this day, when I stopped by to pick up A.’s and my mail a couple days ago. I hope I won’t be awkward while I’m with them. I’m not used to having lunch with people I know, let alone with people I’ve only recently met, though of course these two particular people seem to me very nice and charming, and in fact I’m worried only about the impression I will make on them, not the impression they will make on me. They are a little older than A. and I, maybe ten years older, so they are more or less of the same generation as us, though they still seem to me more adult, more capable, and more sophisticated. The woman is from South Africa, and the man is from here but has traveled extensively for his work, which is, as I understand it, structural engineering.