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Richard
thought
about
pointing
out
that
anyone
could
have
confused
the
National
Gallery
with
the
National
Portrait
Gallery
,
and
that
it
wasn
’
t
she
who
had
spent
the
whole
day
standing
in
the
rain
(
which
was
,
in
his
opinion
,
every
bit
as
much
fun
as
walking
around
either
place
until
his
feet
hurt
)
,
but
he
thought
better
of
it
.
"
I
’
ll
meet
you
at
your
place
,
"
said
Jessica
.
"
We
can
walk
down
together
.
"
"
Right
,
Jess
.
Jessica
—
sorry
.
"
"
You
have
confirmed
our
reservation
,
haven
’
t
you
,
Richard
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
lied
Richard
earnestly
.
The
other
line
on
his
phone
had
begun
to
ring
.
"
Jessica
,
look
,
I
.
.
.
"
"
Good
,
"
said
Jessica
,
and
she
broke
the
connection
.
He
picked
up
the
other
line
.
"
Hi
Dick
.
It
’
s
me
,
Gary
.
"
Gary
sat
a
few
desks
down
from
Richard
.
He
waved
.
"
Are
we
still
on
for
drinks
?
You
said
we
could
go
over
the
Merstham
account
.
"
"
Get
off
the
bloody
phone
,
Gary
.
Of
course
we
are
.
"
Richard
put
down
the
phone
.
There
was
a
telephone
number
at
the
bottom
of
the
Post
-
it
note
;
Richard
had
written
the
Post
-
it
note
to
himself
,
several
weeks
earlier
.
And
he
had
made
the
reservation
:
he
was
almost
certain
of
that
.
But
he
had
not
confirmed
it
.
He
had
kept
meaning
to
,
but
there
had
been
so
much
to
do
and
Richard
had
known
that
there
was
plenty
of
time
.
But
events
run
in
packs
.
.
.
Sylvia
was
now
standing
next
to
him
.
"
Dick
?
The
Wandsworth
report
?
"
"
Almost
ready
,
Sylvia
.
Look
,
just
hold
on
a
sec
,
can
you
?
"
