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The
photograph
had
a
yellow
Post
-
it
note
stuck
to
it
.
It
was
a
Friday
afternoon
.
Richard
had
noticed
that
events
were
cowards
:
they
didn
’
t
occur
singly
,
but
instead
they
would
run
in
packs
and
leap
out
at
him
all
at
once
.
Take
this
particular
Friday
,
for
example
.
It
was
,
as
Jessica
had
pointed
out
to
him
at
least
a
dozen
times
in
the
last
month
,
the
most
important
day
of
his
life
.
So
it
was
unfortunate
that
,
despite
the
Post
-
it
note
Richard
had
left
on
his
fridge
door
at
home
,
and
the
other
Post
-
it
note
he
had
placed
on
the
photograph
of
Jessica
on
his
desk
,
he
had
forgotten
about
it
completely
and
utterly
.
Also
,
there
was
the
Wandsworth
report
,
which
was
overdue
and
taking
up
most
of
his
head
.
Richard
checked
another
row
of
figures
;
then
he
noticed
that
page
17
had
vanished
,
and
he
set
it
up
to
print
out
again
;
and
another
page
down
,
and
he
knew
that
if
he
were
only
left
alone
to
finish
it
.
.
.
if
,
miracle
of
miracles
,
the
phone
did
not
ring
.
.
.
It
rang
.
He
thumbed
the
speakerphone
.
"
Hello
?
Richard
?
The
managing
director
needs
to
know
when
he
’
ll
have
the
report
.
"
Richard
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
Five
minutes
,
Sylvia
.
It
’
s
almost
wrapped
up
.
I
just
have
to
attach
the
P
&
L
projection
.
"
"
Thanks
,
Dick
.
I
’
ll
come
down
for
it
.
"
Sylvia
was
,
as
she
liked
to
explain
,
"
the
MD
’
s
PA
,
"
and
she
moved
in
an
atmosphere
of
crisp
efficiency
.
He
thumbed
the
speakerphone
off
;
it
rang
again
,
immediately
.
"
Richard
,
"
said
the
speaker
,
with
Jessica
’
s
voice
,
"
it
’
s
Jessica
.
You
haven
’
t
forgotten
,
have
you
?
"
"
Forgotten
?
"
He
tried
to
remember
what
he
could
have
forgotten
.
He
looked
at
Jessica
’
s
photograph
for
inspiration
and
found
all
the
inspiration
he
could
have
needed
in
the
shape
of
a
yellow
Post
-
it
note
stuck
to
her
forehead
.
"
Richard
?
Pick
up
the
telephone
.
"
He
picked
up
the
phone
,
reading
the
Post
-
it
note
as
he
did
so
.
"
Sorry
,
Jess
.
No
,
I
hadn
’
t
forgotten
.
Seven
P
.
M
.
,
at
Ma
Maison
Italiano
.
Should
I
meet
you
there
?
"
"
Jessica
,
Richard
.
Not
Jess
.
"
She
paused
for
a
moment
.
"
After
what
happened
last
time
?
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
You
really
could
get
lost
in
your
own
backyard
,
Richard
.
"
