Michelangelo Buonarroti The Creation of Adam painting

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had expected him to end the cruel pretense and become his normal self again. Had he but smashed even alittle porcelain, called out a few obscenities, or pinched the waitress's behind, she might have dined with some small appetite despite the novelty of the occasion. As it was, she could eat nothing, and trembled with worry that she had displeased him in some way. His question she could scarcely comprehend; not until they rose from table did she venture to say, "Whateveryou think, dear" -- and that only to terminate the suspense, for she was certain that as soon as she took the bait of his polite inquiry he'd perpetrate some characteristic outrage in the tea-room. He had been drawing out her chair as she replied, and when he took her elbows then she'd closed her eyes and waited, almost with relief, to be assaulted upon the table or otherwise indignified -- but he had gently ushered her out, expressing his pleasure in her company and his hope that they might have lunch together more often.
"Did he go to the Chancellor's Mansion then?" I asked.