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УYeah. WeТre having dinner.Ф Great. HeТd have to tell her, too. Gaby, you know how I donТt exactly have a job? Well, I just got fired anyway.
УAre you two serious?Ф
УYeah.Ф
УYou going to marry her?Ф
УYeah.Ф
УGood.Ф
Harris heard the silence stretch out, felt the awkwardness grow between them. He ignored it, not letting Zeb off the hook. By millimeters, he adjusted the size of the bow in his shoelace.
Finally, Zeb held his hand out.
Harris looked at it a moment, then took it. УOkay, Zeb.Ф
УYou going to be all right?Ф
УSure.Ф
УYou might think about teaching. Lotta schools out there would be happy to have you.Ф
УSure.Ф
УGive me a call.Ф Zeb left, looking nearly as gloomy as Harris felt.
Two Olympic appearances down the toilet.
What the hell. His life wasnТt over. He had a great girlfriend and a pair of well-tied shoes.

Gaby was waiting for him on the sidewalk outside the Chinese restaurant. He spotted her from the corner across the street and took an extra minute just to watch her, as he always did when he had the chance.
She was an Aztec princess by way of Elle magazine. With her high cheekbones and blacker-than-night hair, she took after her Mexican mother more than her Irish-American father. She wore jeans and a simple red silk blouse with confidence enough to suggest that she surpassed the dress code of the islandТs trendiest club. At this distance, he couldnТt see her eyes, but he knew the way they looked at everything, focusing on this and dismissing that with intensity and razory speed.
Then she spotted him. He expected her broad, welcoming smile, but all she did was wave. He crossed the street and joined her.
She looked at his battered face and winced, then stretched up on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss. УHowТd it go?Ф
УWell, youТd know if youТd been there.Ф
УYes, I know. IТm sorry. LetТs go in, IТm starved.Ф
He held the door open for her. УSo, what were you up to today?Ф
УTell you later.Ф
He ordered shrimp fried rice; she just asked for a cup of wonton soup. When the waitress left, he said, УI thought you were starving.Ф
УI am. Well, sort of starving.Ф She looked uncomfortable and shut up.
He let the silence hang between them for a moment. УWell, IТve got some news,Ф he said, just as she said, УI need to talk about something.Ф
They both smiled at the awkwardness.
Harris didnТt feel like smiling. Maybe she wanted to move in together. He didnТt think he was ready for that. Maybe she even wanted to set a date. Oh, God; maybe, in spite of their precautions, she was pregnant. УYou go first,Ф he said.
УNo, you.Ф
УNo, you.Ф
УOkay.Ф She took a deep breath. УHarris, I think maybe we . . . ought to kind of go our separate ways.Ф
He put his head down on the table.
УHarris?Ф
УWhat?Ф
УDid you understand me?Ф
УI donТt think so.Ф He straightened up. Maybe she was speaking the same language as the referee earlier tonight. Taken apart, the words were English; put together, they made no sense.
УHarris, itТs not working.Ф
УWhatТs not working?Ф
УWeТre not working. Out. Working out.Ф
УThe hell weТre not. How are we not working out? We hardly ever fight.Ф
УI know we donТt. YouТre one of the nicest men IТve ever met.Ф
УAm I lousing up your career? Did your parents forget to tell me that they hate me?Ф
УNothing like that.Ф
УIs there another guy?Ф
УNo.Ф
УAnother girl?Ф
She almost smiled. УHarris.Ф
УLook, if itТs my career choice, let me tell you, I just went through a big change.Ф