We rarely are. I think the Porter delights in finding some of us who are just on the border to normal for a reason. [ His eyes stayed on her for a moment, a long pause, and then he looked back down at the blueprints. ]

Me, for example, smack dab in the middle of that fucking line. How weren't you 'normal'? [ He punctuated it with audible air quotes, even though he didn't raise his hands from the paper, he counted off inches that substituted for yards, quick mental calculations on the traffic. Mitchell Hundred had actually been decent as a Civil Engineer, but the city of New York hadn't been willing to hire back someone with an old Workman's Comp claim. ]