“There, now,” she said. “That’s what I call a proper goodbye.” And she pressed his hand and ran to the other room to find Mary Jayne, leaving Varian to wonder at the circumstances that had landed a woman like that in his life for a short time, ignited this friendship between them, then took her away again, perhaps forever. The European continent, he thought, must be full of such fleeting connections, fierce brief amities to burn in the face of all the enmity.
