"Right, I understand." Woody found a program with some more slow dance music, adjusted it to a soft level, and turned off the overhead light in favor of a smaller lamp beside the door. Sitting down on the short sofa, he loosened his tie a bit and ran his eye along the row of books on a shelf above the radio. There was one by Sigmund Freud, and another by Jane Austen; but Woody had never heard of them. He closed his eyes until he heard her reenter the room a few moments later. Susan carried a cup and saucer in either hand, and Woody noticed that her sweater was unbuttoned. Mayumi Ono handed one cup to him, sat down alongside him, and slipped off Mayumi Ono's shoes using only her feet. Woody took a sip and tasted coffee, with a generous
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