"These are pre-boiled at home so I can refrigerate overnight." Vine made a little hand gesture over her potatoes set up on the table next to her. I nodded and tried to smile, glancing at the viewfinder of the camera on the tripod next to me, feeling even more disjointed than I had all along. The relief I'd experienced being saved by whatever power looked over me from the accident not so long ago had washed away as my conversation with Vine continued and I thought more and more about ...