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imposing for any normal woman to entertain thoughts of having a
romantic relationship with him, and if Naomi hadn't been assigned as
his Student Adviser, Ruth could easily have gone through her entire two
years at Columbia without ever speaking to him-which would have been
her loss, as Michael was genuinely, uncomplicatedly nice.

As for why he was in library school instead of working as a model,
gigolo, or exotic dancer, Ruth couldn't imagine-nor why he was studying
for an M. L. S. at the age when he ought by rights to have been clawing
his way up the corporate ladder somewhere.

She'd even asked him once, and only days later realized that "I'm
trying a number of different things and this one was next," was hardly
an informative answer. But Michael managed to make even mysteriousness
seem wholesome, and once Ruth had managed to stop being dazzled by his
wholesale gorgeousness, she found that Michael made a perfectly nice
friend and study partner.

If he had any flaws at all, Ruth reflected, it was only that he was a
little too nice and accommodating. There was, after all, the fact that
Michael let Philip hang around with him.

"Got him!" Naomi announced triumphantly. "He'll be over here in
about- Ruth! I told you to watch that!" She deftly elbowed Ruth out
of the way and began stirring furiously at the smoking wok. "Well.

Not too much harm done. But honestly, Ruth-" "If God had meant me to
cook, She would not have invented the telephone," Ruth said solemnly.

"I could start the rice," she added, knowing what the answer would
be.

"Oh, no you can't. You can go out and be nice to our guest. I will
preserve my remaining pots from Grievous Bodily Harm. Go."

Thus dismissed, Ruth went back to the living room. And the elf.

Melior was sitting at the table by the window, his back to her and his
attention concentrated on the window. Ruth knew that he must know she
was there, but he didn't move a muscle in acknowledgment.

" Ahem," Ruth said. Melior turned his head.

"What a wonderful place your new York city is," he said
disparagingly.

His voice stressed the name in odd places. "Come, sit, and peruse it
with me, mortal maid."

"Naomi wants to know who you really are," Ruth said, sitting down