Dana's office is the small room off the kitchen with the accounts pinned to every wall.

She shuts the door and sits on the edge of the desk and says nothing for long enough to be a decision.

DanaI'm forty-one. I've been the one who stays for a very long time.

You get her out of the suit and onto the desk, and she watches your face the entire way, checking something.

She is not fast this time. She is not unsentimental either.