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"
I
wouldn
’
t
say
so
,
Thom
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
After
all
,
it
’
s
given
us
the
chance
to
catch
up
on
old
times
,
hasn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Greta
?
"
I
asked
,
disbelievingly
.
She
nodded
.
"
For
my
sins
.
"
"
My
God
.
It
is
you
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
I
wasn
’
t
sure
you
’
d
recognize
me
.
Especially
after
all
this
time
.
"
"
You
didn
’
t
have
much
trouble
recognizing
me
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
have
to
.
The
moment
you
popped
out
we
picked
up
your
recovery
transponder
.
Told
us
the
name
of
your
ship
,
who
owned
her
,
who
was
flying
it
,
what
you
were
carrying
,
where
you
were
supposed
to
be
headed
.
When
I
heard
it
was
you
,
I
made
sure
I
was
part
of
the
reception
team
.
But
don
’
t
worry
.
It
’
s
not
like
you
’
ve
changed
all
that
much
.
"
"
Well
,
you
haven
’
t
either
,
"
I
said
.
It
wasn
’
t
quite
true
.
But
who
honestly
wants
to
hear
that
they
look
about
ten
years
older
than
the
last
time
you
saw
them
,
even
if
they
still
don
’
t
look
all
that
bad
with
it
?
I
thought
about
how
she
had
looked
naked
,
memories
that
I
’
d
kept
buried
for
a
decade
spooling
into
daylight
.
It
shamed
me
that
they
were
still
so
vivid
,
as
if
some
furtive
part
of
my
subconscious
had
been
secretly
hoarding
them
through
years
of
marriage
and
fidelity
.
