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One or the other of them, or both, wonder whether to go back at all. But whatever the practical possibilities of staying in London, neither takes the idea seriously enough to broach it.

Zan tries to remember if he ever really thought they would save the house. “I think I thought,” he says to Viv at Heathrow, at the gate waiting for their flight, “or hoped. . not that there would be some executive decree or anything but just that. . the atmosphere, the mood in the country, would so change that it made a difference. Now that seems really stupid.”

“No, it doesn’t,” she tries to assure him. “Really.”

“He used to be a writer once,” says Zan.

“Who?”

“The president. That should have tipped us off right there.”


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