That evening.
Nine o'clock.
Shira had gone to her room at eight — not the second bedroom, her room. The door open.
Kai was at the table with the second site documentation when Mira came out.
Not the board this time.
Just her.
She walked to the kitchen doorway and stopped.
She was looking at the wall near his shoulder.
He looked at her.
She said: "The analysis."
"Yes," he said.
She looked at the wall near his shoulder.
She said: "Page three."
"Yes," he said.
She said: "I ran the projection six times before I filed it."
"I know," he said.
She looked at the wall.
She said: "It's right."
"Yes," he said.
She looked at the wall near his shoulder.
She said: "Kai."
He looked at her.
She was looking at the wall near his shoulder.
The RF-7 was not at her ear.
No board.
No cane.
Just her in the kitchen doorway at nine in the evening looking at the wall near his shoulder.
He set the pen down.
He looked at her.
She said: "Come here."
Kai stood.
