Yes, I vaguely remember there was a time when Lynda and I were sitting in a classroom, in our chairs, and we were listening to a conversation that was happening directly in front of us between the teacher, Mrs. Lawrence, and a few other people, including Rose and Warren. They were describing something that had happened while they were on tour at Warren's house, and what actually happened was not that clear to us listeners who were listening from afar.
I could not understand why later someone kept poke poke poking trying to get me to say something more about that, as if it were up to me to explain what happened. I only heard what few cryptic comments that I heard, something that happened on the stairs? her what? It must have been, as Mrs. Lawrence said at the time, one of those embarrassing moment, right?
But of course anything that I might say about that would only be wrong, because I was not there and did not actually see anything. Only they know what actually happened, and they could say whatever they want about that, and we would not know anything the better beyond whatever they might say. There was no other information available to fill in the gaps, and so anyway, it was not really that important.
