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We stopped and went in for a drink. A small place with wonderful window light, high chairs with dark leather seats. We hadn’t talked for almost three years; we hadn’t been in the same city, most of the time. Here and there I tried to make contact. Now we are here on both sides of a small mahogany table and she remembers Carver, as if to justify the search for her paradise.