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‘Anyway, I’m going to finish this margarita. Because I’ve got an early

training session. Mezcal, you see. Not tequila. Got to keep pure. Got this
new trainer. is MMA guy. He’s intense.’
‘Okay.’
‘And Nono . . .’

‘Yeah?’
‘Can you just call me your special name for me again?’
‘Um—’
‘You know the one.’

‘Obviously. Yeah. Course.’ She tried to think what it could be. Ry-ry? Rye
bread? Plato?
‘I can’t.’
‘People?’

She made a show of looking around. ‘Exactly. People. And you know, now
that we’ve moved on with our lives, it seems a bit . . . inappropriate.’
He smiled a melancholy smile. ‘Listen. I’ll be there for the final LA show.
Front row. Staples Center. You won’t be able to stop me, got it?’

‘ at’s so sweet.’
‘Friends for ever?’
‘Friends for ever.’
Sensing they were nearing the end of the conversation, Nora suddenly

had something to ask.
‘Were you really into philosophy?’
He burped. It was strange how shocking it was to realise that Ryan Bailey
was a human being in a human body that generated gas.

‘What?’
‘Philosophy. Years ago, when you were playing Plato in e Athenians you
gave an inter view and you said you read a lot of philosophy.’
‘I read life. And life is a philosophy.’

Nora had no idea what he meant, but deep down she was proud of this
other version of her for dumping an A-list movie star.
‘I think you said at the time you read Martin Heidegger.’
‘Who is Martin Hot Dog? Oh, it was probably just press bullshit. You

know, you say all sorts of shit.’
‘Yeah. Of course.’
‘Adios, amiga.’