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           AtthestovestoodLeni,inawhiteapronasalways,breakingeggsintoapotstandingonaspiritlamp."Goodevening,Josef,"shesaidwithaglancesideways."Goodevening,"saidK.,pointingwithonehandtoachairinacornerwhichthebusinessmanwastositon,andhedidindeedsitdownonit.K.howeverwentveryclosebehindLeni’sback,leantoverhershoulderandasked,"Whoisthisman?"LeniputonehandaroundK.asshestirredthesoupwiththeother,shedrewhimforwardtowardherselfandsaid,"He’sapitifulcharacter,apoorbusinessmanbythenameofBlock.Justlookathim."Thetwoofthemlookedbackovertheirshoulders.ThebusinessmanwassittingonthechairthatK.haddirectedhimto,hehadextinguishedthecandlewhoselightwasnolongerneededandpressedonthewickwithhisfingerstostopthesmoke."Youwereinyournightshirt,"saidK.,puttinghishandonherheadandturningitbacktowardsthestove.Shewassilent."Isheyourlover?"askedK.Shewasabouttotakeholdofthepotofsoup,butK.tookbothherhandsandsaid,"Answerme!"Shesaid,"Comeintotheoffice,I’llexplaineverythingtoyou.""No,"saidK.,"Iwantyoutoexplainithere."Sheputherarmsaroundhimandwantedtokisshim.K.,though,pushedherawayandsaid,"Idon’twantyoutokissmenow.""Josef,"saidLeni,lookingatK.imploringlybutfranklyintheeyes,"you’renotgoingtobejealousofMr.