[Epilogue]a momentary expression of surprise on his face, as when you hear someone call out "head's up" to look up and find yourself in the path of some projectile toy which you must catch or evade, was immediately replaced by a joyful smile and loud guffaws: "quod erat demonstrandum."
still laughing he stood, picked up the teapot from an adjacent and unaffected table, and, righting his teacup, filled and passed it to me, before resuming his seat in the pool of tepid tea under the same dripping table edge and picking at the cooling wax in what had been my cup.
he wiped it with a handkerchief before refilling it and smiling at me from behind the rim as he sipped and breathed the steam.