By eight o’clock that evening, after he had spoken to the entire staff, given them the bad news and dealt as well as he could with their mixture of stunned anger and tears and confusion, and then somehow managed to coax them to put out that day’s edition, John sat in his office and looked out at the empty newsroom. Amy was the only other person still there, and when she saw him looking around, she got up, came into his office, and gave him a sad smile.
“Buy you a drink?” “How about ten drinks?”
She smiled and jerked her head. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
He stood and they walked out together and through the dark streets. Amy buttoned her coat against the damp chill of the evening, and then she put her arm through John’s and drew close to him. Her warmth and the scent of her perfum
