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"Temp? Is that you?" I nodded.

"Did I wake ya?"

"Yes." I wa to a wi ponse. tty res s not yet up
"Sorry. Should I call back later?"

"No, no. I'm up." I resisted adding that I'd had to get up to answer the
phone anyway.

"Butt outa bed, babe. Early worm time. Listen, about tonight. Could we
make it se-" A high-pitched screech interrupted her.

"Hang on. I must've left the answering machine on automatic." I set down
the receiver and walked to the living room. The red light was flashing.
I picked up the portable handset, returned to the bedroom, and replaced
that receiver in its cradle.

"Okay." By now I was fully awake and starting to crave coffee. I headed
for the kitchen.

"I was calling about tonight." Her voice had an edge to it. I couldn't
blame her. She'd been trying to finish one sentence for five minutes
now.

"I'm sorry, Gabby. I spent the whole weekend reading a student thesis,
and I was up pretty late last night. I was really sound asleep. I didn't
even hear the phone ring." That was odd, even for me. "What's up?"

"About tonight. uh, could we make it seven-thirty instead of seven? This
project has me jumpier than a cricket in a lizard cage."

"Sure. No problem. That's probably better for me too." Cradling the
phone on my shoulder, I reached into the cabinet for the jar of coffee
beans, and transferred three scoops to the grinder.

"Want me to pick ya up?" she asked.

"Either way. I can drive if you want. Where should we go?" I considered
grinding, decided against it. She already sounded a little touchy.
Silence. I could picture her playing with her nose ring as she thought
it over. Or today it might be a stud. At first it had bothered me, and
I'd had difficulty concentrating in conversations with Gabby. I'd find
myself focusing on the ring, wondering how much pain was involved in
piercing one's nose. I no longer noticed.

"It should be nice tonight," she said. "How'bout someplace we can eat
outside? Prince Arthur or St. Denis?"

"Great," I said. "No reason for you to come down here, then. I'll be by