is you. I’m so glad. Ned, listen carefully. Did anyone hear you ask that question? You need to pretend you’re talking to someone you know.”
“Why do I need to do that?”
It was curious, he really had never heard this voice, but there was something about it, nonetheless. A variant, a riff.
“I’ll answer later, I promise. Can you make an excuse to go out for a bit when you get home from dinner? Running, maybe? I’ll meet you.”
“How do you know I run?”
“I promise answers. Trust me.”
“And how do you know this number?”
“The woman at the house gave it to me. I called there first. Ned, please? We need to meet, somewhere without people.”
“That’s a bad movie line.”
She chuckled at that; it made her sound younger. “It is, isn’t it? Meet me alone by the old oak tree?”
“Then why? Why with no one there?”
She hesitated.
He had, with every word she spoke, more of that sense of something almost recognized.
“Because I can keep track inwardly of anyone approaching,” she said.
“What? How do you…?”
“You know how I do that, Ned. Since yesterday.”
That silenced him pretty fast. He walked a bit farther away.
His father called. “Ned! You’re keeping people waiting. Bad manners. Phone her back from the villa.”
He lifted a hand in agreement. “I have to get back to the others. And you still haven’t said who you are.”
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