The wall slid up and away. There were at least fifty people having drinks before the conference panel when this entire wall slid up and into the ceiling, doubling the size of the room. 

Helen still had trouble believing her eyes: Walter, all five-hundred pounds of him, lay naked in the bed with a girl, also naked, beneath him. Extending two fingers, Helen poked Walter's arm as if gauging 

 

There’s a hill east of the village, not as tall as others, but I can see every road worth seeing. Someone planted tulips around a maple up there. I don’t know why—maybe a family buried a dead pet

She can quote Milton Friedman from memory. She can lock her ankles behind her head.