““We used to share the newspaper just like this, swapping sections over breakfast. Gracie always strove to keep the paper in some sort of order, making clean folds as she progressed with her reading. Part of the appeal of reading the Times was that I could, unlike with a book, just flip it open, lazily page about, crinkle and wrinkle as I got my fill of the goings-on of the world. Sometimes Gracie would smooth out the wrinkled pages when it was time to swap, muttering that I wasn’t the only one reading the paper. Over time she’d ignore the wrinkles or smooth them out a few times and leave it at that, not saying anything. I got better with my lazy form of reading. Gracie was right, after all: we were sharing the paper.””
