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"
Where
are
you
going
now
?
"
She
smiled
gently
and
shook
her
head
.
"
Uh
-
uh
.
I
’
m
out
of
your
life
.
And
you
’
ve
been
wonderful
.
"
She
went
up
on
tiptoes
then
and
kissed
him
on
the
cheek
,
as
friends
kiss
friends
.
"
If
I
ever
need
to
get
in
touch
with
you
—
?
"
"
You
don
’
t
.
Ever
.
And
.
.
.
"
and
then
she
paused
.
"
Look
,
I
’
m
sorry
,
okay
?
"
Richard
inspected
his
feet
,
in
an
awkward
sort
of
way
.
"
There
’
s
nothing
to
be
sorry
about
,
"
he
said
,
and
added
,
doubtfully
,
"
it
was
fun
.
"
Then
he
looked
up
again
.
But
there
was
nobody
there
.
On
Sunday
morning
Richard
took
the
Batmobile
-
shaped
telephone
he
had
been
given
for
Christmas
several
years
earlier
by
his
Aunt
Maude
out
of
the
drawer
at
the
bottom
of
the
closet
and
plugged
it
into
the
wall
.
He
tried
telephoning
Jessica
,
but
without
success
.
Her
answering
machine
was
turned
off
,
as
was
her
cellular
phone
.
He
supposed
she
had
gone
back
to
her
parents
’
house
in
the
country
,
and
he
had
no
desire
to
phone
her
there
.
Richard
found
Jessica
’
s
parents
deeply
intimidating
,
each
in
their
separate
ways
.
Neither
of
them
had
entirely
approved
of
him
as
a
future
son
-
in
-
law
:
in
fact
,
her
mother
had
,
on
one
occasion
,
mentioned
to
him
quite
casually
how
disappointed
they
were
by
Richard
and
Jessica
’
s
engagement
,
and
her
conviction
that
Jessica
could
,
if
she
wanted
to
,
do
so
much
better
.
Richard
’
s
own
parents
were
both
dead
.
His
father
had
died
quite
suddenly
when
Richard
was
still
a
small
boy
,
of
a
heart
attack
.
His
mother
died
very
slowly
after
that
,
and
once
Richard
left
home
she
simply
faded
away
:
six
months
after
he
moved
to
London
he
took
the
train
back
up
to
Scotland
,
to
spend
her
last
two
days
in
a
small
county
hospital
sitting
beside
her
bed
.
Sometimes
she
had
known
him
;
at
other
times
she
had
called
him
by
his
father
’
s
name
.
Richard
sat
on
his
couch
,
and
he
brooded
.
The
events
of
the
previous
two
days
became
less
and
less
real
,
increasingly
less
likely
.
What
was
real
was
the
message
that
Jessica
had
left
on
his
machine
,
telling
him
she
did
not
want
to
see
him
again
.
He
played
it
,
and
replayed
it
,
that
Sunday
,
hoping
each
time
that
she
would
relent
,
that
he
’
d
hear
warmth
in
her
voice
.
He
never
did
.
