
Following the telephone call Tyler writes:
“… he felt confused and uncertain, as if he and his family were a set of square dancers coming to clap the palms of their hands to each others’, only their hands missed by inches and encountered nothing.”
Anne Tyler, If Morning Ever Comes (New York: Berkeley Books, 1983; first edition, 1964), 20.
Image: “…a set of square dancers coming to clap the palms of their hands to each others’, only their hands missed by inches…”