“Old guy,” my husband said in a low voice, his lips touching my ear. Near the exit sign.” “Stop it.” That joke itself was old as rocks. Jonathan raised his eyebrows. “I’m serious. He kept looking at you in the ticket line. Then he followed us through Medieval Art, and now he’s just standing there. Do you see him? He looks at you whenever you’re not looking.”

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