The Saturday Meeting
She chose the garden near the waterfront at Belém.
Not the tourist part — not the Jerónimos crowds and the selfie sticks and the queue for pastéis that stretched half a block. The quieter section further along, where the paths were wide and flat and there were benches under plane trees and a small play area with a climbing frame that children took seriously. She'd been there once before, years ago, with Bianca. She remembered it as the kind of place that absorbed people without requiring anything of them.
It felt right for this. Somewhere without edges.
She told Daniel they were meeting a friend of hers from when she used to live in Lisbon. He'd asked if the friend had a dog. She'd said she didn't know. He'd said that if the friend didn't have a dog they should get
