It’s good to see you, he said, without turning toward me. Did you think you wouldn’t? No. He smiled. No, to be honest, I felt sure I would see you. Were you waiting for me? I don’t know whether I would say I was waiting. I thought about you. I wondered whether I would hear from you. Were you angry at me? About last time? No, Nathan said, with a look of derision. Why should I be angry with you? I know I can be sort of pushy.
