I should say that the reason that subject had come up at all is because the woman had thought to mention it after I’d told her and the man that I was a writer, after one of them had asked what I did for work, and that the book I was working on now is about Our Lady, or anyway was meant to have been about Our Lady when I’d started it, though now it was as much about art, and books, and movies, and the minutia of my life, as it is about Mary.