“You know, Elliott,” she said carefully, and she couldn’t believe she was doing this, her words spilling out even as she tried to stop them, “I thought I saw you at the Farmer’s Market this morning. It’s funny, you know? I just looked up, and there you were in the crowd. Just like that day outside the Club. Just like that time at the café.” She heard her voice shaking and realized he had stepped out into the room. “It really is funny,” she said again, her laugh weak and forced, “because nobody believes you’re ever really there.” He was directly across from her now, the counter between them.
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