Chapter 34

A man who had been sitting for a long time on one of the park benches stood up as she passed him. He said, “Hello, Lisbeth.” It was Stephen. She was not glad to see him. She had not seen him since the day when he stood on a pier beside Geneva, and watched her sail with Alan to Bermuda. It was so hard to think of anything to say to him. She was too tired. But she had to say something, she could not stand in the middle of Washington Square staring up at him, indefinitely. She said, “Why on earth were you sitting on a…