# Chapter 58: Savio and Roman, Again
The invitation arrived through Garrett on a Thursday.
Formal Montague letterhead. A handwritten note at the bottom in Savio's own hand: "Saturday at three, if you're available. Tea.* No agenda. No stated purpose. The kind of invitation from the kind of man who understood that the person receiving it would come regardless, and that explaining it would be its own kind of insult.
Roman told Garrett he was available.
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The estate was the same. Forty minutes outside the city, the stone house, the old trees bare in the late season, the gravel drive that made a particular sound under the tires. Rosa answered the door. The sitting room was the same sitting room, the same arrangement, the same settled quiet of a room that had held significant conversations
