Not much escapes me, which is quite something when you take into account I’ve been blind since birth. You want an example? Okay. Take my brother’s throat clearing when his wife walks into the room. He’s probably having an affair. And before I hear a sniffle, I know Jenny’s coming down with something. Kafka said the world freely offers itself to you to be unmasked—if, I’ll add—you know where to look. That’s a joke, by the way. Same thing when I say: ‘See here, Jenny,’ or ‘I’ll keep an eye out for that, Jenny.’ Jenny’s my roommate. She’d been staying with Ersy, her best friend from Starno High, while scouting for a place after a break-up. She initially worried about living with a blind guy, though I heard her whisper to Ersy after that first visit that she could walk around naked and I’d never know. But of course I would. It’s subtle, but I hear what people are wearing. Pretty quickly, we had our routines. Mornings, I made coffee while she read something to …