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The man shook his head. \u2018I didn\u2019t talk to him,\u2019 he said. \u2018I just saw him moving some boxes into the truck and haven\u2019t seen him since.\u2019 Jim thanked him. \u2018Well, my number\u2019s on the card. If he comes back for anything could you call me?\u2019 \u2018Didn\u2019t seem like he was coming back,\u2019 he said. \u2018If he isn\u2019t answering his phone, I\u2019m guessing he doesn\u2019t want to be found.\u2019 Jim couldn\u2019t see any reason to disagree. The man took a closer look at Jim\u2019s card.<\/p>\n

\u2018Games, huh?\u2019 he said. \u2018Are you all in some sort of trouble?\u2019 Jim shook his head. \u2018No trouble, nothing like that,\u2019 he said, and wished he felt it were the truth. The truth was that during the year they developed EmPath Jim had occasionally experienced qualms, which he\u2019d kept to himself, about the direction their game was going. It had been coming along well in most respects. They had a kick-ass artist, who recommended an amazing composer.<\/p>\n

Both were costly but willing to take a portion up front, the balance to come from sales of the game. Jim and Eli worked well together, played off one another as they brainstormed ideas. He\u2019d look over at Eli, tapping away, concentrating, a small smile on his face, the one he had when he was on track, his hair wilder than ever, face a day unshaven. Eli typically had a Grande Starbucks cup at his elbow, which he picked up occasionally to sip when pausing to think.<\/p>\n

He tended to get to the office at ten-thirty\u2014 Jim had been there working since eight-thirty\u2014but he stayed in the office quite late. He had no kids, no partner, no responsibilities; twice a week Jim had to leave by five to get Aimee before the childcare centre closed at five- thirty, as Alison said they couldn\u2019t afford the babysitter five days a week.<\/p>\n

When Jim had been late picking her up a couple of times, the centre\u2019s director, a kind woman in her sixties with long grey hair she kept in a ponytail, had spoken to him about it. The teachers here are committed, she\u2019d said, but they have their own lives to get home to\u2014some had their own children.<\/p>\n

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Bryan Walpert\u2019s novel Entanglement was a finalist for the Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize at the Ockham New Zealand Book Awards in 2022, and his novella Late Sonata won the 2020 Seizure Viva La Novella Prize in Australia. A professor in creative writing, he teaches at Massey University in Auckland. OceanofPDF.com This book is copyright apart from any fair dealing as permitted under the Copyright Act, and no part may be reproduced without permission from the publisher.<\/p>\n

\u00a9 Bryan Walpert 2025 Bryan Walpert asserts his moral right to be identified as the author of this book. Edited by Mary McCallum. Cover design by Paul Stewart. Cover artwork: Return by Claire Beynon and John Allison. Author photo: Michael Krzanich. A catalogue record for this book is available from the National Library of New Zealand. Kei te p\u0101tengi raraunga o Te Puna M\u0101tauranga o Aotearoa te whakar\u0101rangi o t\u0113nei pukapuka. Print ISBN 978-1-0670113-1-4 eBook ISBN 978-1-0670113-2-1 M\u0101karo Press An imprint of The Cuba Press Ltd 6\/138 Wakefield Street Wellington 6011 www.thecubapress.nz\/makaro OceanofPDF.com For my father, in loving memory OceanofPDF.com September 2024 Edward woke in the near-dark bound hand and foot, the vibrations of the tyres against the asphalt a kind of hum through his body.<\/p>\n

Lying awkwardly on his side, he wondered whether there was a chemical formula even for love. He knew this was an abnormal, inappropriate thought for a man tied up in a Lexus. Several parts of his body throbbed. His mind drifted through a number of thoughts that seemed inappropriate in context. His late wife, for instance, how he first met her in a country he had never expected to visit, about the many years they\u2019d had together there, then here. He thought about their son, the little boy learning to swim in Auckland, then the man he had become here, some ten thousand miles away.<\/p>\n

He recalled in minute detail the first time his son brought home the woman he would marry. He could picture the skirt she wore, the one with the buttons down the front; his son\u2019s short-sleeved blue shirt; the smell of the salmon in the oven. He remembered knowing that they would become something.<\/p>\n

He liked how she applied her wit gently to his son, who could be too serious. He thought about a movie he was planning to watch that very evening and, oddly, grew briefly angry that he might not ever be able to see it. He thought about the milk nearing its expiration date, the garden weeds to be pulled.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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