shed get a kick out of it . an older man , who appeared to be in his late sixties , answered the door . he forgot about his ankle until his last step , and the hard landing , almost buckled him at the knees . when he finally spoke , there was a raw edge to his deep voice , as though the pain of losing corinne was still fresh in his heart . she set before him her own cracked teapot full of weak and stale tea and laid two yellow lumps of sugar by the side of it . 