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The idea occurred to me in a flash just a few seconds ago. It was so obvious, I almost blurted it out to Daniel right away.
But I want to enjoy a little more time with him now, just like this. So for once I keep my new theory to myself.
We find a café and sit inside near one of the big windows and enjoy a mocha and a sandwich for me, tea and a sandwich for Daniel, and a bowl of water and some chunks of cheese for Red. Our server recognizes me and can’t stop smiling. She even does a little curtsey when she brings us our order.
“Miss Markham,” she says with shy enthusiasm, “I used to read all your field reports when I was in school. I wanted to be just like you.” She laughs uncomfortably. “But … as you can see, didn’t quite get there.”
I know that feeling. That feeling of not living
