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"Youhaven’tforgottenyourkeysagain,haveyou?"
"No,Jessica."Richardstoppedpattinghimselfandpushedhishandsdeepintothepocketsofhiscoat.
"Now,whenyoumeetMisterStocktontonight,"saidJessica,"youhavetoappreciatethathe’snotjustaveryimportantman.He’salsoacorporateentityinhisownright."
"Ican’twait,"sighedRichard.
"Whatwasthat,Richard?"
"Ican’twait,"saidRichard,rathermoreenthusiastically.
"Oh,pleasehurryup,"saidJessica,whowasbeginningtoexudeanauraofwhat,inalesserwoman,mightalmosthavebeendescribedasnerves."Wemustn’tkeepMisterStocktonwaiting."
"No,Jess."
"Don’tcallmethat,Richard.Iloathepetnames.They’resodemeaning."
"Spareanychange?"Themansatinadoorway.Hisbeardwasyellowandgray,andhiseyesweresunkenanddark.Ahand-letteredsignhungfromapieceoffrayedstringaroundhisneckandrestedonhischest,tellinganyonewiththeeyestoreaditthathewashomelessandhungry.Itdidn’ttakeasigntotellyouthat;Richard,handalreadyinhispocket,fumbledforacoin.
"Richard.Wehaven’tgotthetime,"saidJessica,whogavetocharityandinvestedethically.
