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"Okay," Anne sighed. Disappointedly she began, "I was born in a town on the outskirts of San Francisco. I'm not quite 27. Since completing high school, I was married once and received a divorce about two months ago. Since then, I've been looking for a job up here," she summarized.

"You were born in Mill Valley," he asked?

"No...I moved there with my parents four years later...have you been there? How did you ever think of that?" Suddenly a differ- ent atmosphere had taken over. Where before Jim had been curi- ous and Anne somewhat aloof, now Anne felt swept up in curios- ity as well. She could not help herself when she again prodded Jim with, "What made you think of Mill Valley?"

"I don't know," said Jim honestly. "I've been to a lot of places in the past few years myself. But I spent my childhood in Mill Valley before going on to college; I moved here to Portland after college, though, and haven't thought much about California since. I'd swear I know you from there, though, Anne. But I can't place you. That's what fascinates me.'

Sensing that an impasse had been reached, Anne suggested, "Can we go upstairs to your office? I dislike talking about my private life in a place so public as this."

"Alright. Only why don't you meet me tonight at my restaur- ant instead?" he countered.

"Your restaurant? Which one is that?" she asked in surprise.

"Well," laughed Jim, “it's not actually mine! I've got a private booth, though, at the Villa on Harbor Street. I hope you like Italian food."

"Sure," said Anne warmly. "I'll meet you there about sevenish if that's alright." She had expected an offer of transportation but

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