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I
looked
quickly
at
her
.
"
I
don
’
t
remember
that
.
"
"
How
convenient
.
"
"
No
,
you
don
’
t
understand
.
"
I
lifted
my
open
hands
towards
her
.
"
I
don
’
t
remember
it
.
Everything
we
did
together
is
gone
.
I
don
’
t
have
those
memories
.
It
’
s
been
wiped
.
"
She
flinched
as
if
I
’
d
struck
her
.
"
But
you
,
"
she
said
in
pieces
.
"
I
thought
.
You
look
—
"
"
The
same
.
"
I
looked
down
at
myself
,
at
Ryker
’
s
sleeve
.
"
Well
,
there
wasn
’
t
much
left
of
the
other
sleeve
when
they
fished
me
out
of
the
sea
.
This
was
the
only
option
.
And
the
UN
investigators
point
-
blank
refused
to
allow
another
double
sleeving
.
Don
’
t
blame
them
,
really
.
It
’
s
going
to
be
hard
enough
to
justify
the
one
we
did
as
it
is
.
"
"
But
how
did
you
—
"
"
Decide
?
"
I
smiled
without
much
enthusiasm
.
"
Shall
we
go
inside
and
talk
about
this
?
"
I
let
her
lead
me
back
up
to
the
conservatory
,
where
someone
had
set
out
a
jug
and
tall
-
stemmed
glasses
on
the
ornamental
table
beneath
the
martyrweed
stands
.
The
jug
was
filled
with
a
liquid
the
colour
of
sunsets
.
We
took
seats
opposite
each
other
without
exchanging
words
or
glances
.
She
poured
herself
a
glass
without
offering
me
one
,
a
tiny
casualness
that
spoke
volumes
about
what
had
happened
between
Miriam
Bancroft
and
my
other
self
.
