By the time her knock fell upon my door, I had almost forgotten the model was coming. I am so easily distracted these days. I had retrieved the clay from the back closet and cut off an adequate piece, but then I realized the paintbrushes were still soaking and didn’t want them to get soft, so I attended to them. Then there was a loud crash outside the window and I went over to see my downstairs neighbor washing his trash cans. I went back to the clay and couldn’t remember what it was for. Then her knuckles rapped shyly and I tried to recognize the rhythm but I had never heard her knock before and I had no idea.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov