reasonable interval.
“You arranged the morning around a hidden piece of paper.”
“An entirely different category.”
“Of course.”
The city moved past the windows. I watched her looking at familiar streets and tried not to turn the evening into a test I had to pass perfectly. There was no dinner impressive enough to compensate for refusing to tell the truth. The reservation was only somewhere to sit while doing it.
When we stopped outside the museum, she looked at me.
The public galleries were dark. Through a side entrance, a
