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"Badnews?"askedthegirl.Shewasstandingjustbehindhim,inthekitchenpartoftheapartment,withherarmneatlybandaged.Shewasgettingoutteabags,puttingtheminmugs.Thekettlewasboiling.
"Yes,"saidRichard."Verybad."Hewalkedovertoher,handedhertheHAVEYOUSEENTHISGIRL?poster."That’syou,isn’tit?"
Sheraisedaneyebrow."Thephotograph’sme."
"Andyouare...Doreen?"
Sheshookherhead."I’mDoor,Richardrichard-mayhewdick.Milkandsugar?"
Richardwasfeelingutterlyoutofhisleaguebynow.Andhesaid,"Richard.JustRichard.Nosugar."Thenhesaid,"Look,ifitisn’tapersonalquestion,whathappenedtoyou?"
Doorpouredtheboilingwaterintothemugs."Youdon’twanttoknow,"shesaid,simply.
"Oh,well,I’msorryifI—"
"No.Richard.Honestly,youdon’twanttoknow.Itwouldn’tdoyouanygood.You’vedonemorethanyoushouldhavealready."
Sheremovedtheteabagsandhandedhimamugoftea.Hetookitfromherandrealizedthathewasstillcarryingaroundthereceiver."Well.Imean.Icouldn’tjusthaveleftyouthere."
"Youcouldhave,"shesaid."Youdidn’t."Shepressedherselfupagainstthewallandpeeredoutofthewindow.
