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Show 166 "Freshen your cup, Simon?" he asked, preparing to rise and be of service. Simon looked into his cup. "Oh. Thank you." "Shannon?" "That would be very kind, Lorin." "Harry?" "No thinks. I drank a quart at work." "Urn?" He looked at the girl. She smiled and pushed her cup over to him. He refilled the three cups at the espresso machine, trying to remember which one had belonged to whom, and brought them back to the table, drawing his chair an inch or so closer to hers before sitting down. "If the music is too loud I can turn it down," he said. "It j[s_ rattling the windows just a little," said Shannon. "Simon?" "Hm? Perhaps just a hair." He got up and went to the kitchen and turned the volume down, wondering if she thought he was being servile. Coming back around the counter he saw Paul approaching the table and hurried to get there ahead of him, drawing his chair a foot or so closer to the girl before sitting down. "I like to play this one loud just to irritate Paul," he said, feeling emanations from her warm body, as close as a nudge. "What?" said Paul. " I t ' s this Jew, see, who converts to Catholicism," said Lorin. Paul blinked. "Were you talking about my brother?" Paul's brother had recently converted, breaking his parents' hearts. It was a touchy point with Paul. "No. Mahler." By moving, Lorin had changed the angle between himself and |