|Jan and Mary almost 40 years after the "Paprika Incident."|
"Yeah? What was the argument about?"
"Mary thought paprika did have a flavor, and I said it was only for decorative purposes."
"How old were you?"
She stopped mixing and thought about the day she and Mary sat in the cafeteria at school, talking about paprika when other girls their age were talking about boys. "Probably about fourteen."
The newspaper rustled as Stephen folded it. "I can't believe you can remember that far back."
Jan tasted the egg salad, deciding it needed a little more salt. "Of course I can remember. I remember both times in my life I was wrong."
Stephen rolled his eyes.