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“Would you like a drink, Callie?” Michael asked

She shook her head “No time, Michael”

“You still want dinner, Stone?”

“Yes, please,” Stone replied

Michael retreated

“So?” Stone asked

“So what?” Callie replied

“Is there soy and an explanation, but he got neither

“Stone,” Callie said, looking at the tablecloth and playing with a matchbook She didn’t continue

“I’ht here,” he replied “Have been, for an hour and a half”

“God, this is hard,” she said

“Maybe a drink would help”

“No, I don’t have the time”