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"
I
’
ve
got
a
job
,
"
he
told
her
proudly
.
"
Doing
what
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Um
,
Securities
,
"
said
Richard
.
"
I
was
a
dancer
,
"
said
the
old
woman
,
and
she
tottered
awkwardly
around
the
sidewalk
,
humming
tunelessly
to
herself
.
Then
she
teetered
from
side
to
side
like
a
spinning
top
coming
to
rest
,
and
finally
she
stopped
,
facing
Richard
.
"
Hold
out
your
hand
,
"
she
told
him
,
"
and
I
’
ll
tell
yer
fortune
.
"
He
did
as
he
was
told
.
She
put
her
old
hand
into
his
,
and
held
it
tightly
,
and
then
she
blinked
a
few
times
,
like
an
owl
who
had
swallowed
a
mouse
that
was
beginning
to
disagree
with
it
.
"
You
got
a
long
way
to
go
.
.
.
"
she
said
,
puzzled
.
"
London
,
"
Richard
told
her
.
"
Not
just
London
.
.
.
"
The
old
woman
paused
.
"
Not
any
London
I
know
.
"
It
started
to
rain
then
,
softly
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
starts
with
doors
.
"
"
Doors
?
"
She
nodded
.
The
rain
fell
harder
,
pattering
on
the
roofs
and
on
the
asphalt
of
the
road
.
"
I
’
d
watch
out
for
doors
if
I
were
you
.
"
Richard
stood
up
,
a
little
unsteadily
.
"
All
right
,
"
he
said
,
a
little
unsure
of
how
he
ought
to
treat
information
of
this
nature
.
"
I
will
.
Thanks
.
"
