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Yes, it does look like that, but don’t say it. --Is there anything I can do? --No, sweetheart, thanks anyway. Dinner in about twenty minutes. --What’s this? --That’s the pesto. Right out of our garden. --I see. --What’s it look like to you? --Well… --It looks like a little token from a Canadian goose. --Jesus, Barbara. You have a way of setting the table. --Be honest, that’s what you were thinking. I could tell from your expression. --I was going to say it looks like finely chopped spinach. --Don’t worry. I promise it will look better when it comes out on the plate. --When the token from the Canadian goose comes out on the plate. Please go to commercial. --Let’s see… OK. “I just finished a magical, luminous, hauntingly beautiful work of fiction by Barry Knister.” How am I doing? --Very well, almost perfect. Clearly, you’re paying attention to your dust jackets. Magical, luminous and hauntingly beautiful provide just the right breathless tone, both lilting and meaningless. Pl...