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"
Did
you
ever
think
that
maybe
my
number
was
up
the
first
time
,
with
the
van
,
and
that
you
’
ve
been
interfering
with
fate
?
"
I
speculated
,
distracting
myself
.
"
That
wasn
’
t
the
first
time
,
"
he
said
,
and
his
voice
was
hard
to
hear
.
I
stared
at
him
in
amazement
,
but
he
was
looking
down
.
"
Your
number
was
up
the
first
time
I
met
you
.
"
I
felt
a
spasm
of
fear
at
his
words
,
and
the
abrupt
memory
of
his
violent
black
glare
that
first
day
.
.
.
but
the
overwhelming
sense
of
safety
I
felt
in
his
presence
stifled
it
.
By
the
time
he
looked
up
to
read
my
eyes
,
there
was
no
trace
of
fear
in
them
.
"
You
remember
?
"
he
asked
,
his
angel
’
s
face
grave
.
"
Yes
.
"
I
was
calm
.
"
And
yet
here
you
sit
.
"
There
was
a
trace
of
disbelief
in
his
voice
;
he
raised
one
eyebrow
.
"
Yes
,
here
I
sit
.
.
.
because
of
you
.
"
I
paused
.
"
Because
somehow
you
knew
how
to
find
me
today
.
.
.
?
"
I
prompted
.
He
pressed
his
lips
together
,
staring
at
me
through
narrowed
eyes
,
deciding
again
.
His
eyes
flashed
down
to
my
full
plate
,
and
then
back
to
me
.
"
You
eat
,
I
’
ll
talk
,
"
he
bargained
.
I
quickly
scooped
up
another
ravioli
and
popped
it
in
my
mouth
.
