I'm sorry, he says. What? Why? You're fixing everything I set down. He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. It wasn't polite of me to come in and start touching your things. Oh, it's okay, I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. You can touch anything of mine you want. He freezes. A funny look runs across his face before I realize what I've said. I didn't mean it like that. Not that that would be so bad