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Wilf comes into the shop clutching his Jo Nesbo but then he doesn’t mention the book, or say that he’s looking for another one to read. Instead he just stands at the counter, focussing on the reserved-items shelf above my head. I study his arms. He has rolled up his shirt sleeves and I inspect the dark-red hairs on white skin, the square tips to his fingers, the dirt under his nails. I’m about to do my, ‘Can I help you?’ knowing I’m being way too formal – it’s Wilf after all – but before the words come out, he says, ‘I was wondering, Callie, would you like to meet for lunch today? At the Albany?’ I’m not sure that I’ve heard right, and I mumble, something like, ‘What? Did you say lunch?’ But I had