She met my gaze and grinned. “My Libor, he has grown cranky. He needs a good meal and his wife to cheer him up.” “Don’t look at me,” I told her. “I’m not that young, and I’m very much married.” About that time, I realized several things. The first was that her English was awfully good, complete with an American accent that came straight out of the Pacific Northwest. The second was that she was about four feet from me, and I still didn’t smell her. The third was that Libor, after a quick glance behind him that didn’t land on the woman whose hand was on his shoulder, stared at me intently, his
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