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There was no awkwardness in the way he said it. No looking away. Elena liked that immediately. She was tired of men her age who pretended they had no past, as if a fifty-nine-year-old bachelor was a plausible thing.

“No,” he said. “It’s not. But we could take the train to Paris, Texas. It’s a real place. And then next year, when I figure out this back thing, we try the real one.” sexi mature

“That’s not Paris.”

Elena found him in the gardening section of the hardware store, which was the last place she expected to find anyone interesting. She was there for perlite; he was staring at a row of pH meters with the intense bewilderment of a man who had just discovered that soil was complicated. There was no awkwardness in the way he said it