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Meg has found a slightly out of the main hustle and bustle this evening.

She's writing a letter, neat handwriting, straight lines on unruled stationary.

She'd probably be happy to take a break and talk. After all, she has all the time in the end of the universe to finish it.

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"Not even one or two?" she teases back. "Not even a hint?"

"They're in French."

Kim laughs.

"That's impressive."

A beat-- just the barest hesitation, and then,

"I can't imagine Dave writing letters in French; just as well, though, because you were always better at it than I was."

"It's less impressive when it's someone's first language, I suspect," Meg says.

"I'm guessing it's not Dave's."

Whoever that is.

(Meg could guess, honestly. Five blue notebooks on all this, after all. But she's going to make Kim say it.)

"No, it's not."

After a moment, Kim adds,

"He's a lawyer. In Toronto. He was... well, one of us who went."

She doesn't need to say where.

"The other one who came back," Meg says.

Two out of five.

Less than good odds, really.

"Mm-hmm."

"I think you'd like him, actually."

It's hard for her to imagine someone not liking Dave.

"He doesn't come here, though."

"Hmmmmm," Meg says.

"So . . . am I to infer from that rather strange segue that you're . . . dating him?"

She opens her mouth, then shuts it again.

"It's, um, complicated. With me living ... well, where I do. But I guess... sorta..."

Kim's smile is a little wry as she adds,

"... anyway, I wanted you to know."

"Okay," says Meg, a little confused.

"I'm . . . I'm, um, I'm honestly not quite sure what you just told me, Kim.

"You wanted me to know that you're sort of dating someone? Or that you think I'd like him? Or that he doesn't correspond in French?"

"The first two," Kim says. "Less the French."

"Okay," Meg says.

"Um . . . what does 'sort of dating' mean?"

Because Meg tends to either date someone, or not date someone. There's not a lot of grey area on that one, for Meg.

"It means that we're seeing how things go."

Her smile's even more wry than before.

"As I said, it's a little complicated. And -- well, neither of us wants to do anything that'd ruin our friendship, no matter what else."

Meg . . . doesn't get it.

"I'm pretty sure I still don't understand," she says.

But they might want to put figure this out near the top of a to do list.

Because . . . well, it seems to Meg that you're actually running one heck of a risk of messing things up if they don't.

"So, what's he like?"

"Well, for one thing, he's really tall," Kim says, with a little laugh.

"He used to play basketball. And I think I mentioned he's a lawyer? He's --"

A slightly distant, far-away look enters her glance.

"--he's steady, but not boring. He's brave. He understands. And he's someone you can trust. With anything."

"It would never occur to me to equate steady with boring," Meg says.

"He sounds nice."

There's a beat.

"Really tall, huh?"

"Yes, but you're smarter than a lot of people," Kim returns.

"He is nice."

Beat.

"And yes -- really, really tall."

"Yes, but you're not talking to any of them.

Another beat.

"That sounds potentially awkward.

"I mean, Alain is tall, with no reallys, and even that's occasionally awkward."

Kim is taller than Meg . . . but not much.

Kim's smile turns mischievous.

"Oh, we've figured out ways to adapt."

Meg raises an eyebrow. "Have you?

"In case you're wondering, the more you talk about him, the less sort of it sounds."

Color flushes her cheeks as she admits,

"He's pretty special."

"I'm getting that," Meg says.

"I guess . . . this is completely unsolicited advice, and you can ignore it, of course, but . . . don't mess it up by trying not to mess it up, okay?"

The last year is a pretty good example of where that can lead.

She knows what Meg means, and why she's saying it.

Kim simply nods.

"Okay."

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