Stavanger Bay Troverai quella mia timidezza

Even without hindsight he knew that this was one of the crossroads in your life that historians liked to call a watershed moment - the kind of category bestowed onto assassinations, onto meetings that happen as flukes, onto groundbreaking scientific discoveries.

He could step back as the possibilities of his ghost lives spun and spiraled off into the dark like windshear on an airplane wing. Should he refuse? Accept? Not say anything at all?

Yes, he said. That sounds wonderful.

He stood up, faint traces of disbelief lingering on his face. Pier had not yet figured out whether Skua was joking or not and so he ventured forwards with a vague combination of hesitation and humor.