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. One of them would provide me with the means of
helping you. Using it would benefit you without damaging Begma, but it would
be disloyal of me to discuss it further. I've always wanted to meet you, and
I was very jealous of my sister when you took her out today. And I still
wish you'd stop by later."
I stared at her. Then I raised my wineglass to her and took a drink.
"You are . . . amazing," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to
say. It was either an on-the-spot fabrication or it was true. If it were
true, it was somewhat pathetic; if not, I thought it a rather clever bit of
quick thinking, calculated to hit me in that wonderfully vulnerable place,
the ego. She deserved either my sympathy or my wariest admiration. So I
added, "I'd like to meet the person who wrote the reports. There may be a
great creative talent going to waste in a government office."
She smiled, raised her own glass and touched it to mine.
"Think about it," she said.
"I can honestly say I won't forget you," I told her.
We both returned to our food, and I spent the next five minutes or so
catching up. Bill decently allowed me to do this. Also, I think, he was
waiting to be certain that my conversation with Nayda was finally concluded.
At last he winked at me.
"Got a minute?" he asked.
"Afraid so," I said.
"I won't even ask whether it was business or pleasure going on on the
other side
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