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Marguerite
Olsen
was
there
.
She
did
not
come
in
,
just
stood
there
in
the
sunlight
,
looking
serious
.
"
Mister
Ainsel
…
?
"
"
Mike
,
please
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Mike
,
yes
.
Would
you
like
to
come
over
for
dinner
tonight
?
About
six
-
ish
?
It
won
’
t
be
anything
exciting
,
just
spaghetti
and
meatballs
.
"
"
Not
a
problem
.
I
like
spaghetti
and
meatballs
.
"
"
Obviously
,
if
you
have
any
other
plans
…
"
"
I
have
no
other
plans
.
"
"
Six
o
’
clock
.
"
"
Should
I
bring
flowers
?
"
"
If
you
must
.
But
this
is
a
social
gesture
.
Not
a
romantic
one
.
"
She
closed
the
door
behind
her
.
He
showered
.
He
went
for
a
short
walk
,
down
to
the
bridge
and
back
.
The
sun
was
up
,
a
tarnished
quarter
in
the
sky
,
and
he
was
sweating
in
his
coat
by
the
time
he
got
home
.
It
had
to
be
above
freezing
.
He
drove
the
4Runner
down
to
Dave
’
s
Finest
Foods
and
bought
a
bottle
of
wine
.
It
was
a
twenty
-
dollar
bottle
,
which
seemed
to
Shadow
like
some
kind
of
guarantee
of
quality
.
