Now you’re yawning. I suppose even you must sleep sometimes. You know I can’t stay for very long. Tomorrow’s the first, isn’t it?

– I can’t say.

Off the calendar? Good for you. I would be, too, except that my affairs require me to keep certain appointments. I hope you won’t feel I’m giving away any secrets by pointing out that tomorrow is the first of November. By the first of December I need to be on my way north. I can give you thirty more nights. Are you game?

– Yes.

Tomorrow at sunset, then?

– Don’t you need a place to stay?

Things to do, Jake, things to do.