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"
Mm
.
"
She
had
a
mouthful
of
croissant
.
"
But
one
day
you
might
think
about
it
.
"
"
Nothing
’
s
ruled
out
,
"
I
said
.
As
flattered
as
I
was
that
she
was
taking
such
an
interest
in
me
,
the
surgical
precision
of
her
questions
left
me
slightly
uncomfortable
.
There
was
no
thrust
and
parry
;
no
fishing
for
information
.
That
kind
of
directness
unnerved
.
But
at
least
it
allowed
me
to
ask
the
same
questions
.
"
What
about
you
,
then
?
"
"
Nothing
very
exciting
.
I
got
married
a
year
or
so
after
I
last
saw
you
.
A
man
called
Marcel
.
"
"
Marcel
,
"
I
said
,
ruminatively
,
as
if
the
name
had
cosmic
significance
.
"
Well
,
I
’
m
happy
for
you
.
I
take
it
he
’
s
here
,
too
?
"
"
No
.
Our
work
took
us
in
different
directions
.
We
’
re
still
married
,
but
…
"
Greta
left
the
sentence
hanging
.
"
It
can
’
t
be
easy
,
"
I
said
.
"
If
it
was
meant
to
work
,
we
’
d
have
found
a
way
.
Anyway
,
don
’
t
feel
too
sorry
for
either
of
us
.
We
’
ve
both
got
our
work
.
I
wouldn
’
t
say
I
was
any
less
happy
than
the
last
time
we
met
.
"
"
Well
,
that
’
s
good
,
"
I
said
.
Greta
leaned
over
and
touched
my
hand
.
Her
fingernails
were
midnight
black
with
a
blue
sheen
.
"
Look
.
This
is
really
presumptuous
of
me
.
It
’
s
one
thing
asking
to
meet
up
for
breakfast
.
It
would
have
been
rude
not
to
.
But
how
would
you
like
to
meet
again
later
?
It
’
s
really
nice
to
eat
here
in
the
evening
.
They
turn
down
the
lights
.
The
view
through
the
dome
is
really
something
.
"
