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”
He
closes
his
eyes
briefly
.
When
he
opens
them
,
they
are
wide
and
grave
.
“
Anastasia
,
you
have
to
go
with
your
gut
.
Do
the
research
,
read
the
contract
—
I
’
m
happy
to
discuss
any
aspect
.
I
’
ll
be
in
Portland
until
Friday
if
you
want
to
talk
about
it
before
then
.
”
His
words
are
coming
at
me
in
a
rush
.
“
Call
me
—
maybe
we
can
have
dinner
—
say
,
Wednesday
?
I
really
want
to
make
this
work
.
In
fact
,
I
’
ve
never
wanted
anything
as
much
as
I
want
this
to
work
.
”
His
burning
sincerity
,
his
longing
,
is
reflected
in
his
eyes
.
This
is
fundamentally
what
I
don
’
t
grasp
.
Why
me
?
Why
not
one
of
the
fifteen
?
Oh
no
…
Will
that
be
me
—
a
number
?
Sixteen
of
many
?
“
What
happened
to
the
fifteen
?
”
I
blurt
out
.
He
raises
his
eyebrows
in
surprise
,
then
looks
resigned
,
shaking
his
head
.
“
Various
things
,
but
it
boils
down
to
…
”
He
pauses
,
struggling
to
find
the
words
I
think
.
“
Incompatibility
.
”
He
shrugs
.
“
And
you
think
that
I
might
be
compatible
with
you
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
So
you
’
re
not
seeing
any
of
them
anymore
?
”
“
No
,
Anastasia
,
I
’
m
not
.
I
am
monogamous
in
my
relationships
.
”
Oh
…
this
is
news
.
