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"
I
don
’
t
take
it
too
personal
,
if
that
’
s
what
you
mean
,
"
Teddy
said
.
The
young
man
laughed
,
letting
his
head
go
back
.
"
Wonderful
,
"
he
said
.
"
My
name
,
incidentally
,
is
Bob
Nicholson
.
I
don
’
t
know
if
we
quite
got
around
to
that
in
the
gym
.
I
know
your
name
,
of
course
.
"
Teddy
shifted
his
weight
over
to
one
hip
and
stashed
his
notebook
in
the
side
pocket
of
his
shorts
.
"
I
was
watching
you
write
—
from
way
up
there
,
"
Nicholson
said
,
narratively
,
pointing
.
"
Good
Lord
.
You
were
working
away
like
a
little
Trojan
.
"
Teddy
looked
at
him
.
"
I
was
writing
something
in
my
notebook
.
"
Nicholson
nodded
,
smiling
.
"
How
was
Europe
?
"
he
asked
conversationally
.
"
Did
you
enjoy
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
very
much
,
thank
you
.
"
"
Where
all
did
you
go
?
"
Teddy
suddenly
reached
forward
and
scratched
the
calf
of
his
leg
.
"
Well
,
it
would
take
me
too
much
time
to
name
all
the
places
,
because
we
took
our
car
and
drove
fairly
great
distances
.
"
He
sat
back
.
"
My
mother
and
I
were
mostly
in
Edinburgh
,
Scotland
,
and
Oxford
,
England
,
though
.
I
think
I
told
you
in
the
gym
I
had
to
be
interviewed
at
both
those
places
.
Mostly
the
University
of
Edinburgh
.
"
"
No
,
I
don
’
t
believe
you
did
,
"
Nicholson
said
.
"
I
was
wondering
if
you
’
d
done
anything
like
that
.
How
’
d
it
go
?
They
grill
you
?
"
