“I just went to pick up a book,” Aubrey says. “He recommended it to me yesterday—told me I should come pick it up.” She holds up the book, a hardcover with a daguerreotype of what looks like a magician on its front. The magician wears a long black tailcoat. “That’s right,” Frank says. “I told her about a book I thought she’d like, and I lent it to her. I work at a library. It’s what I do. And because I was leaving, we walked over here for a coffee.” “Whatever,” Maya says. “I don’t care.” But the words come out bitter, and Aubrey looks away. Dunkin’ Donuts is quiet, the only other customers a
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