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"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
I
said
.
"
Stupid
.
Just
put
it
down
to
messed
-
up
biorhythms
,
or
something
.
"
She
reached
across
the
table
and
took
my
hand
,
as
she
had
done
at
breakfast
.
This
time
she
continued
to
hold
it
.
"
You
really
feel
wrong
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
Kolding
’
s
games
aren
’
t
helping
,
that
’
s
for
sure
.
"
The
waiter
brought
our
wine
,
setting
it
down
,
the
bottle
chinking
against
his
delicately
articulated
glass
fingers
.
The
mannequin
poured
two
glasses
and
I
sampled
mine
.
"
Maybe
if
I
had
someone
else
from
my
crew
to
bitch
about
it
all
with
,
I
wouldn
’
t
feel
so
bad
.
I
know
you
said
we
shouldn
’
t
wake
Suzy
and
Ray
,
but
that
was
before
a
one
-
day
stopover
turned
into
a
week
.
"
Greta
shrugged
.
"
If
you
want
to
wake
them
,
no
one
’
s
going
to
stop
you
.
But
don
’
t
think
about
ship
business
now
.
Let
’
s
not
spoil
a
perfect
evening
.
"
I
looked
up
at
the
starscape
.
It
was
heightened
,
with
the
mad
shimmering
intensity
of
a
Van
Gogh
nightscape
.
It
made
one
feel
drunk
and
ecstatic
just
to
look
at
it
.
"
What
could
possibly
spoil
it
?
"
I
asked
.
*
*
*
What
happened
IS
that
I
drank
too
much
wine
and
ended
up
sleeping
with
Greta
.
I
’
m
not
sure
how
much
of
a
part
the
wine
played
in
it
for
her
.
If
her
relationship
with
Marcel
was
in
as
much
trouble
as
she
’
d
made
out
,
then
obviously
she
had
less
to
lose
than
I
did
.
Yes
,
that
made
it
all
right
,
didn
’
t
it
?
She
the
seductress
,
her
own
marriage
a
wreck
,
me
the
hapless
victim
.
I
’
d
lapsed
,
yes
,
but
it
wasn
’
t
really
my
fault
.
I
’
d
been
alone
,
far
from
home
,
emotionally
fragile
,
and
she
had
exploited
me
.
