"Purples," Peitho said, accepting his kisses as greeting. "You were in purple at my symposium as well. Please," she said, drawing back and gesturing to the open space of the living room as she took the gift. "Tonight I have the apartment completely to myself, and we're unlikely to be disturbed."
The last time he'd been here it was night, the city lit up by so many tiny bright windows. But now the view was of evening, the last rays of sun passing between buildings and offering a further view of New York than at the symposium.
Unwrapping the book, Peitho smiled at it. "A treasure," she said, opening it up to look at the date. "Beautiful." She raised her eyes to him. "I remember reading this when it first came out. How scandalized people were."