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Simon's mobile buzzed.  He produced it and answered flippantly, "Tacos del Rio?"

A pause, and a look of wonderment fell over his face - then darkened.  "Well, blow me down!  Why, you misbegotten scalliwag, where in blazes did you get this number?"

"It's not that I'm not glad to hear from you, old potato, but if you could find me so could anyone."

His face cleared into a smile.  "I see.  How is the old girl?  Monty still got her half-smothered in his well-intentioned affections?"

He laughed, bright and boyish.  "Good on her!  How'd he take it?  Slum about broken-hearted half a week?"

He laughed again, louder.  "Good on him!"

The caller then apparently launched into a lengthy tale, which Simon punctuated with occasional "Mm-hmm"s, "oh really"s and "you don't say"s.  "Cor blimey," he said mildly at the end of it, "it doesn't sound as if you need me around at all."

He looked thoughtful for a moment.  "I couldn't possibly get away any sooner than the end of the semester - except on Fridays and weekends."

"Oh, yes.  I'm majoring in underwater basket-weaving with a minor in restaurant management."

He smiled angelically.  "That would be telling, wouldn't it?"

A pause, and his next laugh was softer, more sympathetic.  "Don't worry, sweetness.  I haven't forgotten you.  I'll free myself up for a jaunt in a few weeks, I promise."

"You too."  He hung up, glanced at the phone's little LCD, tapped a few buttons, and dropped it back into his pocket, chuckling to himself.

There was a spring in his step as he continued his walk.

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