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She
asked
,
looking
straight
at
him
,
"
How
do
you
want
me
to
understand
that
?
"
"
What
?
"
"
The
one
and
only
time
when
you
didn
’
t
think
of
me
.
"
He
held
her
glance
;
she
saw
the
faint
movement
she
had
noted
as
typical
of
him
:
the
movement
of
his
proudly
intractable
mouth
curving
into
the
hint
of
a
smile
.
"
In
any
way
you
wish
,
"
he
answered
.
She
let
a
moment
pass
to
underscore
her
choice
by
the
severity
of
her
face
,
then
asked
coldly
,
in
the
tone
of
an
enemy
’
s
accusation
,
"
You
knew
that
I
was
coming
for
Quentin
Daniels
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
You
got
him
first
and
fast
,
in
order
not
to
let
me
reach
him
?
In
order
to
beat
me
—
knowing
fully
what
sort
of
beating
that
would
mean
for
me
?
"
"
Sure
.
"
It
was
she
who
looked
away
and
remained
silent
.
He
rose
to
cook
the
rest
of
their
breakfast
.
She
watched
him
as
he
stood
at
the
stove
,
toasting
bread
,
frying
eggs
and
bacon
.
There
was
an
easy
,
relaxed
skill
about
the
way
he
worked
,
but
it
was
a
skill
that
belonged
to
another
profession
;
his
hands
moved
with
the
rapid
precision
of
an
engineer
pulling
the
levers
of
a
control
board
.
She
remembered
suddenly
where
she
had
seen
as
expert
and
preposterous
a
performance
.
"
Is
that
what
you
learned
from
Dr
.
Akston
?
"
she
asked
,
pointing
at
the
stove
.
