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'How do you know these things?'

Jesse shrugged. 'I spend a lot of time in the library. Keeps the rain off.' He never talked about his memory --
another of his rules.

The sundial was a dramatic and arresting piece of sculpture, an ellipse of carved white marble mounted on a
stone pedestal. Beautifully proportioned, it stood about two metres high in the middle of a terraced plaza,
where a group of jazz musicians was improvising to an appreciative gathering. The cellist had disappeared
before Jesse and Sarah arrived.

'He's first-rate,' Jesse said, gesturing towards the trumpeter.

'Yeah, a lot better than my dad.'

'Your father plays?'

'A little piano, a little more trumpet. He's always threatening to take lessons again and get really good. If you
ask me, he's tone deaf.'

'What else does he do, aside from motorbiking?'

'Plenty.'

Sarah glanced at Jesse, wondering whether to elaborate, whether to suggest that Jesse get to know Finn. But
Jesse had moved closer to the sundial in order to read the inscription carved on the pedestal.
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Lay your shadows upon the sundials ...

Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren ...

Rainer Maria Rilke

Jesse read the lines aloud in German, then English. 'From Autumn Day,' he said. 'Fitting.'

'You read German?' Sarah asked, again impressed.

'Some.'

'Is that the same kind of some as in not knowing how to skate?'

'I was wondering when you'd ask me about that.'

He ran his hands through his hair, so that it became even more flyaway.

'Why did you tell me you'd never been on a skateboard before?' Sarah asked.

'Because it's true.'