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He
ignores
my
inquiry
.
“
How
’
s
the
article
coming
along
?
”
He
’
s
finally
asked
me
an
easy
question
,
away
from
all
the
innuendo
and
the
confusing
double
-
talk
…
a
question
I
can
answer
.
I
grasp
it
tightly
with
two
hands
as
if
it
were
a
life
raft
,
and
I
go
for
honesty
.
“
I
’
m
not
writing
it
,
Katherine
is
.
Miss
Kavanagh
.
My
roommate
,
she
’
s
the
writer
.
She
’
s
very
happy
with
it
.
She
’
s
the
editor
of
the
newspaper
,
and
she
was
devastated
that
she
couldn
’
t
do
the
interview
in
person
.
”
I
feel
like
I
’
ve
come
up
for
air
—
at
last
,
a
normal
topic
of
conversation
.
“
Her
only
concern
is
that
she
doesn
’
t
have
any
original
photographs
of
you
.
”
“
What
sort
of
photographs
does
she
want
?
”
Okay
.
I
hadn
’
t
factored
in
this
response
.
I
shake
my
head
,
because
I
just
don
’
t
know
.
“
Well
,
I
’
m
around
.
Tomorrow
,
perhaps
…
”
“
You
’
d
be
willing
to
do
a
photo
shoot
?
”
My
voice
is
squeaky
again
.
Kate
will
be
in
seventh
heaven
if
I
can
pull
this
off
.
And
you
might
see
him
again
tomorrow
,
that
dark
place
at
the
base
of
my
brain
whispers
seductively
at
me
.
I
dismiss
the
thought
—
of
all
the
silly
,
ridiculous
…
“
Kate
will
be
delighted
—
if
we
can
find
a
photographer
.
”
I
’
m
so
pleased
,
I
smile
at
him
broadly
.
His
lips
part
,
like
he
’
s
taking
a
sharp
intake
of
breath
,
and
he
blinks
.
For
a
fraction
of
a
second
,
he
looks
lost
somehow
,
and
the
Earth
shifts
slightly
on
its
axis
,
the
tectonic
plates
sliding
into
a
new
position
.
