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"I’llmeetyouatyourplace,"saidJessica."Wecanwalkdowntogether."
"Right,Jess.Jessica—sorry."
"Youhaveconfirmedourreservation,haven’tyou,Richard."
"Yes,"liedRichardearnestly.Theotherlineonhisphonehadbeguntoring."Jessica,look,I..."
"Good,"saidJessica,andshebroketheconnection.Hepickeduptheotherline.
"HiDick.It’sme,Gary."GarysatafewdesksdownfromRichard.Hewaved."Arewestillonfordrinks?YousaidwecouldgoovertheMersthamaccount."
"Getoffthebloodyphone,Gary.Ofcourseweare."Richardputdownthephone.TherewasatelephonenumberatthebottomofthePost-itnote;RichardhadwrittenthePost-itnotetohimself,severalweeksearlier.Andhehadmadethereservation:hewasalmostcertainofthat.Buthehadnotconfirmedit.Hehadkeptmeaningto,buttherehadbeensomuchtodoandRichardhadknownthattherewasplentyoftime.Buteventsruninpacks...
Sylviawasnowstandingnexttohim."Dick?TheWandsworthreport?"
"Almostready,Sylvia.Look,justholdonasec,canyou?"
Hefinishedpunchinginthenumber,breathedasighofreliefwhensomebodyanswered,"MaMaison.CanIhelpyou?"
