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bathroom, then returns with a heavy towel and a bathrobe. The towel smells of
her favorite perfume. She helps him remove his soaked shirt and pants. He puts
on the robe. Alya takes his hand and guides him to the couch.

"You shouldn't be out tonight," she says, heading for the kitchen. "The Guard
are ready to shoot anything that moves."

"It happened again." Jessup says it so softly he wonders if she heard it. She
responds with the sounds of something being put into the microwave. A minute
later, she comes out with a cup and saucer.

"Careful. It's hot." The coffee tastes awful, and she chuckles at the look on
his face. "Yesterday's leftovers. You get the good stuff only when you call
first. What happened again?"

Jessup lets the cup warm his palms. "You know that novella I've been working on?
About the fisherman.?"

She shakes her head. "No."

Please, not again. "You read it last week. Said it was the best thing I've
written yet."

"I haven't seen anything of yours in months." She sounds hurt. "You won't let
me."

"But I made you read it. You said it moved you." Forget it. It's all been
changed. Again. "You promised me you'd remember."

"No. I don't know what you're talking about." Her sincerity tempers his
frustration.

"The Old Man and the Sea?" His voice is without hope.

"What about it?"

"Who wrote it?"

"You were the lit major." She answers his glare with a puzzled expression.
"Hemingway did. Everyone knows that."

Jessup sighs. It's the same every time. Stolen, like the others.

He looks hard at her. "The Metamorphosis."

"What?"

"Who wrote the fucking story?"

"Kafka. Franz Kafka."