““No,” said the man, in a way that did not encourage further questioning. He looked away from him, and the questioner thought: a brother, truly a cousin? A beloved? “But you’ve known one another a long time?” “Long enough.” With a slight smile. In Westwood the men had veiled themselves behind courtesies; here they seemed to be hiding out in public. “Coffee, over there,” said the man, pointing to a cappuccino stand that sat beside the steps leading out from the library, and the three ...of them shuffled, in no set pattern, to the fresh-faced boy and got their drinks. She’d seemed uneasy throughout the afternoon, and their new guest gave no impression of being any happier. “So,” said the visitor, as they found a low brick wall on which to sit while they sipped their drinks, “you study our tradition?” “As much as I can. It’s not easy.” The man nodded, sipping at his coffee very fast, as if to get away as soon as possible.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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