08/02/2026 09:30

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He gave that roguish, I-know-something-you-don't smile. Asleep on my feet. Don't be sad, Anita, please don't be sad. I didn't feel well enough to mark Nathaniel in public.

I wanted to ask, like now? but Jean-Claude was answering me. It was nearly four in the morning. Too old? I asked. Does he actually cook? I almost said, If you were around more, you'd know, but I was good.