At first, when I’d gotten there, we’d sat on chairs in the parlor, drinking diet soda and talking. Then, after a while, we’d stood and had moved into the dining room, where places had been set and where the woman showed me where I ought to sit. While we were eating we talked about many subjects, one of which happened to be the Shroud of Turin, because the woman had seen a documentary about it, or had listened to a podcast on it, only a day or two prior.