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"
The
door
was
unlocked
?
"
"
No
,
I
used
the
key
from
under
the
eave
.
"
I
stepped
inside
,
flicked
on
the
porch
light
,
and
turned
to
look
at
him
with
my
eyebrows
raised
.
I
was
sure
I
’
d
never
used
that
key
in
front
of
him
.
"
I
was
curious
about
you
.
"
"
You
spied
on
me
?
"
But
somehow
I
couldn
’
t
infuse
my
voice
with
the
proper
outrage
.
I
was
flattered
.
He
was
unrepentant
.
"
What
else
is
there
to
do
at
night
?
"
I
let
it
go
for
the
moment
and
went
down
the
hall
to
the
kitchen
.
He
was
there
before
me
,
needing
no
guide
.
He
sat
in
the
very
chair
I
’
d
tried
to
picture
him
in
.
His
beauty
lit
up
the
kitchen
.
It
was
a
moment
before
I
could
look
away
.
I
concentrated
on
getting
my
dinner
,
taking
last
night
’
s
lasagna
from
the
fridge
,
placing
a
square
on
a
plate
,
heating
it
in
the
microwave
.
It
revolved
,
filling
the
kitchen
with
the
smell
of
tomatoes
and
oregano
.
I
didn
’
t
take
my
eyes
from
the
plate
of
food
as
I
spoke
.
"
How
often
?
"
I
asked
casually
.
