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The
Bancrofts
focused
on
me
,
he
unreadably
,
she
with
her
head
tipped
to
one
side
and
a
sudden
wide
smile
that
made
her
look
unexpectedly
child
-
like
.
For
a
moment
I
met
her
gaze
,
and
one
hand
rose
to
touch
her
hair
with
what
seemed
like
fractional
uncertainty
.
"
Curtis
will
be
bringing
the
limousine
round
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
ll
have
to
go
.
It
was
a
pleasure
to
see
you
again
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
.
"
We
both
watched
her
stride
away
across
the
lawn
,
her
tennis
skirt
tilting
back
and
forth
.
Even
allowing
for
Bancroft
’
s
apparent
indifference
to
his
wife
as
a
sexual
being
,
Miriam
’
s
wordplay
was
steering
fractionally
too
close
to
the
wind
for
my
liking
.
I
had
to
plug
the
silence
with
something
.
"
Tell
me
something
,
Bancroft
,
"
I
said
with
my
eyes
still
on
the
receding
figure
.
"
No
disrespect
intended
,
but
why
does
someone
who
’
s
married
to
her
,
who
’
s
chosen
to
stay
married
,
spend
his
time
in
quote
purchased
sexual
release
?
"
I
turned
casually
back
and
found
him
watching
me
without
expression
.
He
said
nothing
for
several
seconds
,
and
when
he
spoke
his
voice
was
carefully
bland
.
"
Have
you
ever
come
in
a
woman
’
s
face
,
Kovacs
?
"
Culture
shock
is
something
they
teach
you
to
lock
down
very
early
on
in
the
Corps
,
but
just
occasionally
a
blast
gets
through
the
armour
and
the
reality
around
you
feels
like
a
jigsaw
that
won
’
t
quite
fit
together
.
I
barely
chopped
off
my
stare
before
it
got
started
.
This
man
,
older
than
the
entire
human
history
of
my
planet
,
was
asking
me
this
question
.
It
was
as
if
he
’
d
asked
me
had
I
ever
played
with
water
pistols
.
"
Uh
.
Yes
.
It
,
uh
,
it
happens
if
—
"
"
A
woman
you
paid
?
"
"
Well
,
sometimes
.
Not
especially
.
I
—
"
I
remembered
his
wife
’
s
abandoned
laughter
as
I
exploded
into
and
around
her
mouth
,
come
trickling
down
over
her
knuckles
like
foam
from
a
popped
champagne
bottle
.
"
I
don
’
t
really
remember
.
It
’
s
not
a
special
fetish
of
mine
,
and
—
