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and looked across the desk at his friend. "Mrs. Lang is
here."

Miles glanced at his watch and rose. "Needs a new will
drafted, I think." He hesitated, looked for a moment as if
he might say something more, then jammed his hands in his

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pants pockets and turned for the door. "Well, enough of this.
I've got to get some work done. Catch you later."
He left the room frowning. Ben let him go.

Ben left work early that afternoon and went to the health
club to work out. He spent an hour in the weight room, then
spent another hour on the light and heavy fighter's bags he
had persuaded them to install several years back. He had
been a boxer in his teensЧfought out of Northside for the
better part of five years. He had been a silver glover and
could have been a gold, but other interests had taken him
away and then he had gone east to school. But he still kept
his hand inЧeven sparring a couple of rounds now and then
back at Northside when he found the time. For the most
part, he simply worked out, staying fit, keeping himself
sharp. He had done so religiously since Annie died. It had
helped him to release some of the frustration and anger. It
had helped him to fill the time.

It was true that he had not been able to accept her death,
he thought as his cab worked its way through the rush hour
traffic from the health club to the high rise. He could admit
it to himself if not to Miles. The truth was that he didn't
know how to accept it. He had loved her with an intensity
that was frightening, and she him. They never spoke of it;

they never had to. But it was always there. When she died,
he had thought of killing himself. He had not done so only
because he had known deep inside that he should not, that
he should never give in to anything so obviously wrong, that
Annie would not want him to. So he had gone on with his
life in the best way that he could, but he had never found a
way to accept that she was really gone. Perhaps he never
would.

Frankly, he wasn't sure that it mattered all that much
whether he did.

He paid the cabdriver at the curb, walked into the lobby
of the high rise, greeted George, and boarded the elevator
for his penthouse suite.