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"
Yes
,
it
’
s
nice
.
"
"
It
reminds
me
of
some
of
the
places
I
’
ve
had
in
Europe
.
I
like
the
space
,
the
light
.
"
"
Europe
,
huh
?
"
"
Yes
,
Greece
,
Italy
.
.
.
Greece
,
mostly
.
"
"
Paris
?
"
"
Oh
yes
,
I
liked
Paris
.
London
,
no
.
"
Then
she
told
me
about
herself
.
Her
family
had
lived
in
New
York
City
.
Her
father
was
a
communist
,
her
mother
a
seamstress
in
a
sweatshop
.
Her
mother
had
worked
the
front
machine
,
she
was
number
one
,
the
best
of
all
of
them
.
Tough
and
likeable
.
Nicole
was
self
-
educated
,
had
grown
up
in
New
York
,
had
somehow
met
a
famous
doctor
,
married
,
lived
with
him
for
ten
years
,
then
divorced
him
.
She
now
received
only
$
400
a
month
alimony
,
and
it
was
difficult
to
manage
.
She
couldn
’
t
afford
her
apartment
,
but
she
liked
it
too
much
to
leave
.
"
Your
writing
,
"
she
said
to
me
,
"
it
’
s
so
raw
.
It
’
s
like
a
sledge
hammer
,
and
yet
it
has
humor
and
tenderness
.
.
.
"
"
Yeah
,
"
I
said
.
I
put
my
drink
down
and
looked
at
her
.
I
cupped
her
chin
in
my
hand
and
drew
her
towards
me
.
I
gave
her
the
tiniest
kiss
.
