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Claire and Greig are both early risers. To both of them, sleeping late is anathema. Never mind how late they got to bed, if it is morning, they must be up.
By ten past seven Greig has gone on his first jog of the day, showered, dressed, and joined Claire at a coffee bar across the street from the hotel. They're perched on tall stools in the front window, half behind the big gilt letters spelling out the shop's name.
Greig has a notebook balanced on his knee. Claire has loose notes ranged in front of her.
"I don't know," Greig says, "The Blue Kerchief is a good counterpart to An Old Man Courted Me, but with all the times we've done it, I can't decide if it should go before or after."