“I had a meeting down the road and when I spotted you in the window, I had an impulse to say hi.” I don’t believe him. I notice that he hasn’t shaved. A dark shadow of stubble has grown over his tanned chin and he is wearing exactly the same clothes as yesterday, his white shirt visible beneath the long woolen coat. He waits for me to say something and when I don’t he tries again. “I’m lying. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t do that. You see straight through me anyway, you always did. There was no meeting. I remembered you were coming here and I just had to find a way to see you again.…”
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