“And yes, we—well, Augustus, he made meeting you his Wish so that we could come here,
so that you could tell us what happens after the end of An Imperial Affliction.”
Van Houten said nothing, just took a long pull on his drink.
After a minute, Augustus said, “Your book is sort of the thing that brought us together.”
“But you aren’t together,” he observed without looking at me. “The thing that brought us nearly together,” I said.
Now he turned to me. “Did you dress like her on purpose?”
“Anna?” I asked. He just kept staring at me. “Kind of,” I said.
He took a long drink, then grimaced. “I do not have a drinking problem,” he announced, his voice needlessly loud.
“I have a Churchillian relationship with alcohol: I can crack jokes and govern England and do anything I want to do. Except not drink.”
He glanced over at Lidewij and nodded toward his glass. She took it, then walked back to the bar.
“Just the idea of water, Lidewij,” he instructed. “Yah, got it,” she said, the accent almost American.
The second drink arrived. Van Houten’s spine stiffened again out of respect. He kicked off his slippers.
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