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Mrs. Sunquist put a hand on his arm. "You know I was furious at you for leaving me
alone in a bar," she said. A phone call had kept Mr. Sunquist from leaving, some
warehouse on Gull Street wanting to be an artists' loft.



Mrs. Sunquist did not seem furious; she was smiling at her younger reflection. The girl
on the couch didn't look furious. She looked like a stranded angel, patiently waiting on
gravity's demise.



"Right about now, I was giving you five more minutes to walk through the door."



"You were very tolerant with me, Mrs. S."



But it wasn't tolerance that had kept her in her seat for an hour.



He wore a suit and tie, but badly. They were not what he was used to. He was not yet
thirty, yet his scalp already showed through the down at the top of his head. A last bit of
baby fat lent his eyes a squint when he smiled.



Mr. and Mrs. Sunquist hushed each other as the little man asked to sit. "He was very
polite," Mrs. Sunquist recalled.



"He was scared of you," Mr. Sunquist chuckled. "Look how bald he's become in just a
few years." Mr. Sunquist remembered the little man from their old neighborhood. He
didn't remember the name. But the young man had existed at the periphery of Bobby
Shelbourne's crew, Mr. Sunquist remembered that.



The Sunquists stifled giggles; Melanie let him buy her a glass of wine, though a glass
stood half full at her elbow. She smiled at him as he fumbled at his introduction: Roger
J. Swann, from a local desk of one of the international banks in Kleege's Beach. He never
mentioned the old bungalows they had all shared on the beach, or the parties at Sonny's
and at Bobby Shelbourne's apartment. He seemed happy in his role as stranger. In the