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Laura squinted against the sun as she let it warm her face. "It's okay. I'll be seeing the both of them again soon, I suppose."
"Well, let's not hope too soon."
Laura opened her eyes to look at him. "So what happens to you now?"
Now it was Myers's turn to look off into the sunset. "In the short term, nothing new. I was planning to head back to Toronto anyway, til BIT found me a new prof. I'll still head to Toronto, but I don't know about the new prof part."
Laura looked away. "How 'bout dinner?" She looked away even further. "I mean, my Aunt Astrid told me she's fixing dinner tonight, and she always makes too much--"
"Dinner." Myers smiled at her beneath his shades. "Dinner would be nice."
"Aunt Astrid, we're home!"
Astrid Pedersen emerged from her late brother's kitchen, a floured apron tied neatly around her plump figure. "Perfect timing. And you must be Doctor Myers."
"Peter. Please. No doctorate yet." Myers squeezed the old woman's hand gently.
Astrid beckoned the two inside from the foyer. "Well, come on in and make yourself at home. It's such a nice evening out--I thought we could have dinner on the back porch."
"That would be lovely," Laura declared.