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something?� he said.
    Carella looked across the desk at him.
    �I�ve had a serious argument with Sharyn.�
    Carella nodded.
    �I thought she was running around behind my back. Turned out she and this colleague, handsome black doctor, were trying to help another colleague, a woman who� well, it�s a long story.�
    �What was the argument about?�
    �Sharyn thinks I betrayed her.�
    �How?�
    �By following her. By not trusting her.�
    Carella nodded again.
    �You agree with her, huh?�
    �I�ve never followed Teddy in my life. Never will.�
    �Yeah,� Kling said. �But I thought��
    �Whatever you thought.�
    �Yeah.�
    They were silent for another moment.
    �She doesn�t want me to call her.�
    �So don�t.�
    �For a while, anyway.�
    �Is that what she said?�
    �Yes.�
    �Well, that�s a good sign.�
    He was thinking, Man, you don�t tail a woman you love.
    �I want this to work,� Kling said.
    �Then make sure it does,� Carella said.
    �I love her, Steve.�
    �Tell her.�
    Again and again and again, he thought.
    �When do you think I should call her again?�
    �Was me?�
    �Yeah?�
    �I�d call her every minute of every hour of every day until she knew how much I loved her.�
    �I�m afraid she�ll��
    He shook his head.
    �I�m afraid I�ll lose her,� he said.
    �Tell her.�
    Kling nodded.
    He was already trying to think what he might say the next time he phoned.
    * * * *
    Ollie Weeks was still thinking about last Friday night. The dinner with Patricia and her family. Or, more accurately, what had happened in the parking lot after dinner. That was almost a week ago, and all he could do was still think about Patricia Gomez.
    To tell the truth, he was beginning to feel a bit conflicted, so to speak. This was probably because Patricia had kissed him good night on the lips. This after her brother had clapped him on the shoulder and said, �You got cool chops, dude.� Meaning the way he played piano. This after her father had told him, �I like a man with a hearty appetite.� Meaning the way he ate.
    Ollie had told Patricia she didn�t have to come downstairs with him, it was late, and she�d said, �Hey, I�m a cop.� Took the elevator down with him, the hallways and the elevator doors all covered with graffiti, salsa music coming from inside all the apartments. Walked him to his car, and kissed him before he even unlocked the door. On the lips. With her mouth open. And her tongue working.
    Which was why he felt so conflicted, so to speak, this Monday evening, when he was about to call Patricia to propose a quiet little dinner alone in his apartment, which he himself would prepare.
    Was he merely out to lay Patricia Gomez?
    Or was this something more serious, God forbid?
    He wished he had someone he could discuss this with.
    He wished he knew Steve Carella better.
    Only other person he could think of was Andy Parker.
    * * * *
    The two men met for a drink at nine that night. Parker suspected something was on Ollie�s mind, but he couldn�t imagine what it was until Ollie began talking about this great Spanish dinner he�d had last week up Patricia Gomez�s house.
    �You still seeing her, huh?� Parker said.
    �Well, yeah, every now and then,� Ollie said.
    �Is that why you�re on this diet of yours?�
    �What diet?� Ollie asked.
    �Or maybe not, a Spanish dinner.�
    �Patricia says it�s okay to go off it every now and then.�
    �So it was her idea, is that right?�
    �No, no, her idea. Come on.�
    �Then whose idea was it, if not hers? If she�s the one can say it�s okay to stay on it or go off it, then whose idea was it? The Pope�s?�
    �So we talked about me losing a few pounds, so what?�
    �Looks to me like you lost a lot more than a few pounds. I hardly recognized you when you walked in here.�
    �Really?� Ollie said, pleased.
    �You gotta be careful, losing so much weight so fast.�
    �Ten