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This
time
I
didn
’
t
even
argue
.
I
just
shrugged
and
walked
out
,
and
wondered
how
long
it
would
be
next
time
.
That
evening
I
sat
down
at
the
same
table
where
Greta
and
I
had
met
over
breakfast
.
The
dining
area
had
been
well
lit
before
,
but
now
the
only
illumination
came
from
the
table
lamps
and
the
subdued
lighting
panels
set
into
the
paving
.
In
the
distance
,
a
glass
mannequin
cycled
from
empty
table
to
empty
table
,
playing
"
Asturias
"
on
a
glass
guitar
.
There
were
no
other
patrons
dining
tonight
.
I
didn
’
t
have
long
to
wait
for
Greta
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
I
’
m
late
,
Thom
.
"
I
turned
to
her
as
she
approached
the
table
.
I
liked
the
way
she
walked
in
the
low
gravity
of
the
station
,
the
way
the
subdued
lighting
traced
the
arc
of
her
hips
and
waist
.
She
eased
into
her
seat
and
leaned
toward
me
in
the
manner
of
a
conspirator
.
The
lamp
on
the
table
threw
red
shadows
and
gold
highlights
across
her
face
.
It
took
ten
years
off
her
age
.
"
You
aren
’
t
late
,
"
I
said
.
"
And
anyway
,
I
had
the
view
.
"
"
It
’
s
an
improvement
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
That
wouldn
’
t
be
saying
much
,
"
I
said
with
a
smile
.
"
But
yes
,
it
’
s
definitely
an
improvement
.
"
"
I
could
sit
out
here
all
night
and
just
look
at
it
.
In
fact
sometimes
that
’
s
exactly
what
I
do
.
Just
me
and
a
bottle
of
wine
.
"
