She poured herself a glass of ginger beer and sat back down in the living room, until they carried the table to the truck. Through the open door she heard the voice of Paul, wafting from the yard. He suggested that the young man to go to lunch. - I'll wait for you in a new house in two, - said Paul: Then he returned to the house, and slowly walked around the kitchen, office, bedroom, to see if she arri anything else is impossible. Finished round, he sat in a wicker chair in the living room in front of Olivia. He was holding a "sweet approach" - graceful poetic volume, he published a few years ago, and a copy of "Crash" East wind ", the book that they wrote together.