They ate dinner: Ezra, Esther and the Nussbaums. Ezra, though
a big man, ate sparingly, just picking at his pot
roast with potatoes and carrots, bell pepper and garlic. A
bottle of wine sat on the table, too, but Ezra
only sipped occasionally from his glass. It was as if
eating and drinking were private pursuits that couldn’t be enjoyed
fully while others were watching. Ezra talked over dinner about
his rare-book collection, and about the opera, in a pleasant,
singsong monologue. When the dinner dishes were cleared, he got
serious and spoke of son Ben — his studies, his running.
Paraphrases from the novel Bloodmoney by David Ignatius.