Oh, Robbie. You’ve got to find a new blade...

Outside the window is the back yard, and beyond that is a large bush, I don’t know what kind of bush it is; it’s just an amiable bush that sits there being green. If it were winter, the leaves wouldn’t be there, and I could see the white building beyond it, and read the chiseled inscription above the door: THIRD CHURCH OF CHRIST SCIENTIST.