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.

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Paraphrases from the novel Bloodmoney by David Ignatius.

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