“It’s ten minutes to midnight there, isn’t it? You have to get off the phone.” “No, I don’t.” “You’re going to miss New Year’s!” “I’m reasonably certain that’s not true. Unless you have some kind of uncanny foreknowledge that I’m going to fall off this terrace and perish in the next ten minutes, I will, in fact, live to see the new year.” “But you should go inside and spend New Year’s—” “I’m spending New Year’s exactly where I want to,” he said with a quiet certainty. She wasn’t sure what to say to that
