A baffling conversation from the past keeps causing anger, books to the rescue. One summer in the 90s, I was riding my bicycle home after a day at the swimming pool with friends. The street was gently curved, with a nice slope that made me go a bit faster than usual. I was enjoying the breeze, and had a big smile on my face. A boy I knew only a little, just enough to say “ciao”, was cycling the other way with a friend. With that same big smile on the face, I said ciao to him. I had just e...
