Part 7
When he stepped out, Billie was awake and naked, parading through the room. In spite of his sour mood, Harlem had to laugh. He tried to gather her in his arms, one last touch, but she was much too nimble to get a hold on. She dressed slowly, teasing him. With something like remorse, he handed her the watch.
'Must be going,' he said.
'Will I see you again?' Billie asked, running her hands through her hair.
'Sure, baby. Sure.'
He made for the door. Outside, a cold day had dawned.
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