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motion-sensing light went on. Woman-living-alone precautions. Woman-who-had-been-molested-twenty-years-ago precautions.
     
     
As I parked, I thought about Robin moving back to Venice, all by herself. Correction: not alone anymore... stop, fool.
     
     
I rang the bell and waited, bouquet in hand. Figuring roses would be too forward, I'd chosen a dozen white peonies. Casual had come down to an olive polo shirt and jeans and running shoes.
     
     
Allison came to the door in a lime polo shirt and jeans and running shoes.
     
     
She took one look at me, said, 'Do you believe this?' Then she cracked up.
     
     
As I sat in her compact white kitchen, she cooked mushroom and chicken liver omelettes and took a chilled salad out of the fridge. Sourdough, white wine, an ice bucket and a six-pack of Diet Coke filled out the menu.
     
     
The kitchen opened to a vest-pocket back yard and we ate outside on a trellis-topped patio. The garden was used-brick pathways and a patch of grass surrounded by high privet hedges.
     
     
I tasted the omelette. 'Not much risk, here.'
     
     
'It's one of the few things I can get through without disaster. Grandma's recipe.'
     
     
'Let's hear it for Grandma.'
     
     
'Grandma was ornery, but she knew her way around a stove.' She talked about her family, and eventually I found myself parceling out bits of self-revelation. As the
     
     
evening progressed, my shoulders loosened. Allison had relaxed, too, curling up on a couch, her feet tucked under her. Laughing a lot, blue eyes animated.
     
     
Pupils enlarged; those who study that kind of thing say it's a good sign. But shortly before eleven, her posture stiffened and she looked at her watch, and said, 'I've got an early patient.'
     
     
She stood and glanced at the door, and I wondered what had gone wrong.
     
     
When she walked me out, she said, 'I'm sorry.'
     
     
'For what?'
     
     
'For being so abrupt.'
     
     
'Patients have their needs,' I said, sounding like a stiff.
     
     
She shrugged, as if that wasn't it at all. But she said nothing more as she extended her hand for a shake. Her house had been warm, but her skin was cold and moist. In bare feet she was tiny and I wanted to take her in my arms.
     
     
I said, 'Good to see you, again.'
     
     
'Good to see you.' I stepped out to her front porch. Her smile was painful as she began to close the door, then she came out and bussed my cheek.
     
     
I touched her hair. She turned her head and delivered another kiss, full on the lips but closed-mouthed. Hard, almost assaultive. I tried for another kiss, but she withdrew, and said, 'Drive carefully,' and this time she did close the door.
     
     
She phoned me the next day, at noon. 'Wouldn't you know it, my early patient was a no-show.' 'Too bad,' I said.
     
     
'Yes... I... could we... would you like to... I'm free tonight at seven, if you're willing.'
     
     
'Seven's fine. Want me to cook?'
     
     
'Alex, would you mind something other than just sitting around and eating? Maybe a drive? I've been so cooped up. Driving helps me unwind.'
     
     
'Me, too.' How many hundreds of miles, since Robin had left, had I put on the Seville? 'We could take a spin up the coast to Malibu.'
     
     
My favorite drive. All those night cruises along the Pacific with Robin - shut up.
     
     
'Perfect,' she said. 'If we get hungry, there are plenty of places to stop. See you at seven.'
     
     
'Want me to meet you somewhere?'
     
     
'No, pick me up at my house.'
     
     
I got there at 7:02. Before I reached the door, she opened it, stepped out onto the front path, and met me halfway, setting off the motion-sensing light. She had on a sleeveless, black cotton dress, no stockings, low-heeled black sandals. No diamonds, just a thin, gold choker that accentuated the length and whiteness of her neck. Her hair was clipped back in a ponytail. It made her look younger, tentative.
     
     
'I need to explain about last night,' she said, talking fast, sounding