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“
Will
you
think
about
our
arrangement
while
you
’
re
away
?
”
he
asks
.
“
Yes
.
”
“
Will
you
miss
me
?
”
I
gaze
at
him
,
surprised
by
his
question
.
“
Yes
,
”
I
answer
honestly
.
How
could
he
mean
so
much
to
me
in
such
a
short
time
?
He
’
s
got
right
under
my
skin
…
literally
.
He
smiles
and
his
eyes
light
up
.
“
I
’
ll
miss
you
,
too
.
More
than
you
know
,
”
he
breathes
.
My
heart
warms
at
his
words
.
He
really
is
trying
hard
.
He
gently
strokes
my
cheek
,
bends
down
,
and
kisses
me
softly
.
It
is
late
afternoon
,
and
I
sit
nervous
and
fidgeting
in
the
lobby
waiting
for
Mr
.
J
.
Hyde
of
Seattle
Independent
Publishing
.
This
is
my
second
interview
today
,
and
the
one
I
’
m
most
anxious
about
.
My
first
interview
went
well
,
but
it
was
for
a
larger
conglomerate
with
offices
based
throughout
the
United
States
,
and
I
would
be
one
of
many
editorial
assistants
there
.
I
can
imagine
being
swallowed
up
and
spat
out
pretty
quickly
in
such
a
corporate
machine
.
SIP
is
where
I
want
to
be
.
It
’
s
small
and
unconventional
,
championing
local
authors
,
and
has
an
interesting
and
quirky
roster
of
clients
.
My
surroundings
are
sparse
,
but
I
think
it
’
s
a
design
statement
rather
than
frugality
.
I
am
seated
on
one
of
two
dark
green
chesterfield
couches
made
of
leather
—
not
unlike
the
couch
that
Christian
has
in
his
playroom
.
I
stroke
the
leather
appreciatively
and
wonder
idly
what
Christian
does
on
that
couch
.
My
mind
wanders
as
I
think
of
the
possibilities
…
no
—
I
must
not
go
there
now
.
