The air outside was cool and the street was quiet.
We stood on the pavement outside the restaurant and I pulled my jacket around me and thought about Angela at home with Eli and the signed papers in the envelope by my bag and everything that had just happened at that table and felt the particular exhaustion of a woman who had done too many significant things in one day.
Luca stood beside me.
Not close enough to crowd. Not far enough to feel like distance.
Just there.
"Walk with me," he said.
"Luca it's late," I said.
"Ten minutes," he said.
I looked at him.
He looked back.
I started walking.
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The street ran alongside a small park, trees on one side and quiet houses on the other, and we walked without direction and the only sound was our feet on the pavement and somewhere abo
