Once again, he leaned nearer to her. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
God, she had considered it for ages now. "Yes."
"What were you planning to revise?"
"I..." She stopped herself, uncomfortable with telling this to a stranger. "I don't think that's any of your business."
"If you want the chance, you'll have to tell me." He spoke with implacable confidence, as though he had had this conversation many times.
"Are you always this was with your customers?"
He shrugged. "Revisions are only a sideline for me. I thought it might make me a few extra dollars in the slack times, but it turned out to be just a fad. With only one choice, there's no repeat business." He smiled. "I'd toss the machine out if I didn't still owe money on it." Quickly he became serious again. He rose. "Come on. I'll set you up."
"What? I thought you said you wanted to know why?"
"I already know why. There are only two or three reasons these days, and your reaction narrowed it down awfully quickly. You want what we call an 'instant divorce.'" He gestured toward a door. "This way."
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