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"Hello?Richard?Themanagingdirectorneedstoknowwhenhe’llhavethereport."
Richardlookedathiswatch."Fiveminutes,Sylvia.It’salmostwrappedup.IjusthavetoattachtheP&Lprojection."
"Thanks,Dick.I’llcomedownforit."Sylviawas,asshelikedtoexplain,"theMD’sPA,"andshemovedinanatmosphereofcrispefficiency.Hethumbedthespeakerphoneoff;itrangagain,immediately."Richard,"saidthespeaker,withJessica’svoice,"it’sJessica.Youhaven’tforgotten,haveyou?"
"Forgotten?"Hetriedtorememberwhathecouldhaveforgotten.HelookedatJessica’sphotographforinspirationandfoundalltheinspirationhecouldhaveneededintheshapeofayellowPost-itnotestucktoherforehead.
"Richard?Pickupthetelephone."
Hepickedupthephone,readingthePost-itnoteashedidso."Sorry,Jess.No,Ihadn’tforgotten.SevenP.M.,atMaMaisonItaliano.ShouldImeetyouthere?"
"Jessica,Richard.NotJess."Shepausedforamoment."Afterwhathappenedlasttime?Idon’tthinkso.Youreallycouldgetlostinyourownbackyard,Richard."
RichardthoughtaboutpointingoutthatanyonecouldhaveconfusedtheNationalGallerywiththeNationalPortraitGallery,andthatitwasn’tshewhohadspentthewholedaystandingintherain(whichwas,inhisopinion,everybitasmuchfunaswalkingaroundeitherplaceuntilhisfeethurt),buthethoughtbetterofit.
