Elena looked down at the man on the top step for what Mira counted as eleven seconds."Get up."Marco got up. He had been sitting five hours and came up too fast, one hand catching the rail, a big man putting his weight back onto knees that had forgotten it. There was no mat to look at this time. He kept his eyes on her face, and it plainly cost him."You will drive," Elena said. "Doctor Castell will sit behind me. You will tell me every day of seven years, in order, and I will ask questions. You may answer, or you may say that you will not, and I will know the difference.""Yes."Marco's car was a gray sedan with a dented rear fender and a paper air freshener, long dead, hanging from the mirror. Elena took the front seat, laid her umbrella along the door, and set the loaf in its dish towel on her lap with both hands on top of it, as if it might climb down. Mira got in behind her. Nobody spoke until the third traffic light.Marco told it as he told everything, flat and in order, witho
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