TALK “You woke up looking different that day, you know?” There was nothing in response for a few moments, but the clicking of the knife against the chopping board, as it sliced through fresh, juicy vegetables. Then, a nonchalant, “Did I?” “Yes.” He frowned in concentration, trying to conjure the moment up once again. “You sorta had this look in your eye? Like … this determined, mean look that action heroes have when they know they’ve got things under …