At Christmas dinner, everyone was talking, with the exception of this one couple. And my dad, who had also not been talking much, reached out to them, to ask them a question. It wasn’t that he needed to know the answer to that question – it was a sort of intentionality of inclusion. It was looking around and seeing who is left out and then making space for them to feel welcomed. The question is an announcement of intention like this. I will speak to this fellow and redirect the conversation which has been headed in many other directions. It is interesting because I don’t tend to think of my dad as being a masterful conversationalist but we all have our little geniuses.