“Would you like a slice of apple?” Angela asked. “Sure,” I replied, not knowing she had quietly asked others who sat at the conferee lunch table, the same question. Angela divided the apple into equal sections–carefully, precisely—until she got to the last two slices. These she made very thin, and served them to her husband Victor and herself. Had I known she was going to share the entire apple with so many conferees, I would have declined so she and … Continue reading →