in the other room , the murmur of voices was punctuated by marcus raising his ." haven't we muddled around for too long ?"
gisela said something uninteligible , and marcus added . " end of the road , gisela ."
i edged back into the main gallery . marcus was leaning against the desk , imspecting his shoes . gisel;a was flushed and upset and she was fingering the necklace of persian coral round her neck .
"i think i should go ." i told them .
"i'm coming , too ." gisela grabbed her bag .
marcus rolled his eyes , and levered himself upright " okay ."
gisela snapped open her bag , extracted a mirror , and , in a now familiar gesture , dabbed at the area below her eyes ."" give me a minute ."
i turned to marcus ." the artist ? tell me about him ."
without a blink . marcus shifted into another gear ." abandoned on the streets of kyoto , he was fostered by a retired geisha . he's a political painter ...."
his gaze slid past my shoulder and rested angrily on gisela .
as we lesft . marcus placed his hand on gisela 's chin and forced her to look up at him ." dinner tomorrow . you own me that ."
yearning was printed all ocver gisela 's porcelain perfecttion . she seemed docile , outside docile , obedient even ." tomorrow , then ."
but outside in the street , she slid back into her noprmal self " did you like him ?"
"very much , but forgive me , he does not seem your type ."
she tucked a hand under my elbow ." he isn't . that 's the point . isn't life funny ?"
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