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“
Do
you
play
?
”
I
point
my
chin
at
the
piano
.
“
Yes
.
”
“
Well
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
Of
course
you
do
.
Is
there
anything
you
can
’
t
do
well
?
”
“
Yes
…
a
few
things
.
”
He
takes
a
sip
of
his
wine
.
He
doesn
’
t
take
his
eyes
off
me
.
I
feel
them
following
me
as
I
turn
and
glance
around
this
vast
room
.
“
Room
”
is
the
wrong
word
.
It
’
s
not
a
room
—
it
’
s
a
mission
statement
.
“
Do
you
want
to
sit
?
”
I
nod
,
and
he
takes
my
hand
and
leads
me
to
the
large
off
-
white
couch
.
As
I
sit
,
I
’
m
struck
by
the
fact
that
I
feel
like
Tess
Durbeyfield
looking
at
the
new
house
that
belongs
to
the
notorious
Alec
d
’
Urberville
.
The
thought
makes
me
smile
.
“
What
’
s
so
amusing
?
”
He
sits
down
beside
me
,
turning
to
face
me
.
He
rests
his
head
on
his
right
hand
,
his
elbow
propped
on
the
back
of
the
couch
.
