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"And Toni was one of them - one of the women you gave a card?" Anita began pouring the coffee. "How do you like it?"

"White and one sugar, please. Yes, when I checked my e-mail account at a cyber cafe later on I couldn't believe I'd got several answers. I thought I'd better start out with just one, to see how things went, and it was Ms Toni's answer I followed up first."

Anita put down his coffee on the table. "And have you walked anybody else's dog yet?"

Tristan's eyes dropped. "Er, no. Things have been a bit - well, a bit busier than I expected."

'I'll bet they have! Poor Toni, sitting in my office looking all sad about the end of her marriage and with this hulk trotting around to her apartment every day to screw her until her eyes pop out. And if that's a presumption of guilt it's one I'd back with every dollar I've ever earned since I left law school - Jesus, look at this kid, he's practically blushing. And if Toni's been teaching him everything she knows the poor schmuck probably should be blushing.'

"So how long have you been walking Beech now?"

"Only a week."

'Only a week - they've been at it each other for only a week and Toni's had to go to Europe to recover! And she's sent her dog and her lover round to me to have and to hold until she gets her breath back. Or have I got the whole deal totally wrong?'

"And how do you like New York, Tristan?"

"It's fascinating. I've always liked watching films and it seems that almost everywhere I go in Manhattan I find a place I've seen on the pictures. And I've never seen so many cinemas in one place as there are here." He paused, his cup suspended halfway between mouth and saucer. "Talking about films, can I ask why you have that picture of a witch hanging up near your door?"

"Ah, have you seen the movie it came from?"

Tristan looked at her as if it was the dumbest question he'd ever heard: "Of course I have. So has everybody. It's a still from 'The Wizard of Oz'."

"That's right. It's a picture of Margaret Hamilton who played the Wicked Witch in the movie. She used to live in this apartment."

"She lived here?" Tristan was looking around him with wide eyed reverence. "She lived here, in this very apartment?"

"It was quite a while ago."

"Yes, but that's nothing is it? I mean that film will never be forgotten, never. And one of the people who was in it lived right here?" Tristan shook his head as if in disbelief. "That's New York for you. Everywhere else you watch movies, here you seem to be in one, more times than not."

Anita smiled at his innocent naivete. He was really just a big kid - or at least he probably had been until Toni got her hands on him.

"Well, if you're really into movies, you should keep your eyes open in this neighborhood and you may see some familiar faces."

"Why, are there some movie stars still living here?"

"Not exactly, but I hear that the Gramercy Park hotel is a favorite place for British actors and TV people stopping over in Manhattan. I guess you won't find Sir Anthony Hopkins strolling around here but, like I say, maybe a face or two you've seen back home. The hotel guests are allowed to use the park. And that reminds me, I'd better give you a key for it as well so you can take Beech in there."

"It's a locked park? Like the one in 'Notting Hill'?"

"That's right; residents only. You've seen that movie, Tristan?"

"Oh yes - I had a terrible time with watching it. I ran out of handkerchiefs towards the end."

Anita burst out laughing, the struggled to explain why.

"I'm sorry, Tristan, but ever since you mentioned the Vikings I was thinking of how you looked like one. And then, just now, I had this picture in my mind of a movie theatre full of guys wearing horned hats with big swords and axes propped up next to them, and all of them watching a movie and wiping their eyes with handkerchiefs. I guess maybe I'm a little crazy at times."

"No, no, I'm the odd one. I daresay American guys are too macho to start crying inside a cinema. I'm not really a big city person, am I?"

"Whatever you are, you've certainly cheered me up. What's life like where you're living?"

"Oh, not bad. No criminals - the Hell's Angels down at the local chapter house keep all the undesirables away. The only pests they don't frighten at all are the cockroaches. New York cockroaches are the biggest, meanest, smartest insects I've ever seen. If they get any bigger, meaner and smarter they'll be driving the cabs. Imagine that - four claws on the steering wheel, burning stogies in two more of them and all the others making rude signs at the other drivers. Yeah, and one eye on a stalk looking back at you and it's saying: 'How 'bout those Yankees, Mac?'."

Anita giggled, reached out and touched his hand: "You're as weird as I am, Tristan."