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Whatever Joel thought of that, he’d brought a textbook with him, and as soon as Juliet left, he began reading it, looking out of place amidst the party guests.Periodically, he stopped reading to stare into space with a dazed expression.Watching him gave Reg an itchy feeling between his shoulder blades.
Flat Mary went on talking about his music, unconcerned that Reg’s responses now amounted to monosyllables.
Just then, Martin tugged on Reg’s elbow and said, “Time to call it a night.”
He pulled Reg after him, following Juliet to the front door.
“Thanks again for the chocolates, Martin,” said Juliet.
Martin put his hands in his pockets and rattled his keys.“Yes, well.Happy birthday, Juliet.”He put out his hand, and she shook it.
“Right...that’s us, then.”Martin elbowed Reg.
“Nice meeting you,” said Reg.He handed Juliet his empty glass.
Martin pulled Reg along to his car.
“I’m not complaining,” said Reg, “but why did you want to go now?I thought you were keen on her.”
“Always be the one to initiate leaving, so as not to seem desperate.I read it in a women’s magazine.”
Chapter 2: I Can Explain
“Iwon’t sleep a winktonight,” said Martin.“I’ve got to go over the entire evening, analyse everything.Come back to mine.”
“Why?”
“Your place is a tip.My place has coffee.”
“You’ve twisted my arm.”
“What did you think of Juliet?”said Martin.
“Exactly your type.”
“Really?How so?”
