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"
Sorry
,
"
I
said
.
Neither
of
us
said
anything
until
we
reached
the
parking
lot
at
Venice
beach
.
"
You
want
a
sandwich
and
a
Coke
or
something
?
"
I
asked
.
"
All
right
,
"
she
said
.
We
went
into
the
small
Jewish
delicatessen
to
get
the
things
and
we
took
them
to
a
knoll
of
grass
that
overlooked
the
sea
.
We
had
sandwiches
,
pickles
,
chips
and
soft
drinks
.
The
beach
was
almost
deserted
and
the
food
tasted
fine
.
Lydia
was
not
talking
.
I
was
amazed
at
how
quickly
she
ate
.
She
ripped
into
her
sandwich
with
a
savagery
,
took
large
swallows
of
Coke
,
ate
half
a
pickle
in
one
bite
and
reached
for
a
handful
of
potato
chips
.
I
am
,
on
the
contrary
,
a
very
slow
eater
.
Passion
,
I
thought
,
she
has
passion
.
"
How
’
s
that
sandwich
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Pretty
good
.
I
was
hungry
.
"
"
They
make
good
sandwiches
.
Do
you
want
anything
else
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
’
d
like
a
candy
bar
.
"
"
What
kind
?
"
