Come away from the window - Inability

He had hoped it was broken in any case.  His inability to cease his mind was an ever present member in the parade that his mind was becoming.  The elderly lady stood, agitated.  Seemed to be the way of her.  

"Is there any apple butter that I might use on the toast, ma'am?" said the young man.

"Apple butter! who ever heard of such a thing, young people..." she continued on and reached into a cupboard and pulled a glass jar into sight and onto the table.  "Thank you, ma'am." said the young man.  "Ma'am, you mentioned wizards." an idle attempt to break his conscience flow.  

Always the gracious hostess lacking in grace, she had left to calm her nerves.  No help then.  He tried thinking on the toast, only to realize that though the toast felt warm against his face, the grease wouldn't help his complexion, and toast would not occupy him.  With his head on the table, a parchment envelope fell out of his pocket from within his tweed suit coat.  He cleaned his face of crumbs and then reached down to pick up the envelope.  "Are you certain?  Is this what you want?" thoughts, and his pulse quickened.  He determined rapidly, that he wasn't, and he wasn't certain it was.