Chapter 20 Chapter Nineteen

In the hours before dawn, everything was so quiet.Sarah lay on Scarpirato's bed.There was no other light except the light of a street lamp filtering in through a gap in the curtain.The outline of things can be seen clearly, but the expression on the face is not.Sarah could use the darkness to ask him questions and hear his answers without worrying about revealing anything, at most the very fact of her coming to him might give him something to think about.If she didn't understand why she had come to him, he wouldn't either, she was sure of that. They have been talking non-stop, for hours.Her words and her questions kept him at bay.He took her face in his hands.

Sarah, my baby.Tell me, what's the matter?What happened? She tilted her head to one side in the dark: Nothing, Dante, I just have a few things to figure out. He smiled softly, what is there to figure out?i love you and i need you.He said kissed her, what else? Sarah looked away, trying to hold back her tears, oh, there's a lot going on, Dante. He shrugged, and she felt his shoulders move. regular practice.Is this what you're talking about?He laughed mockingly, but Sarah felt that mockery was imminent, and I expected more from you.What do you show such diligence for?Why do you want to see me every day?This is much more intensive than once a week for most people.I just need to spend an hour with you.

Sara smiled a little, but felt a pang inside, oh, Dante, you actually believe that stuff, don't you?Everything is true at this moment, but not in a few hours.You think you are strong, but you are too romantic.On earth, you are creating your own tragedy, pain and loss.Every time that happens it brings you one step closer to death, doesn't it?Makes you more numb than before.That way, the next time you feel more pain.It's nothing to you.You asked for it, but what about your victim? They did not speak for a while.Then he spoke. How do you know so much about my situation?You wouldn't know so much if you didn't conspire with others, would you?If you're not willing to be a victim, what are you doing here?

She laughed, I am such a person.We have a need for each other.But I can't do it anymore, Dante.I'm heartbroken enough, I've been trying to get out and see if I can.I can do it, I know it.I've been trying to do it.So it is useless for you to do that, it is futile for you to do that, and all you can bring me is pain.I don't think I want any more. He caressed her face with one finger.His words were heavy, I'm here now.He moved towards her. She smiled in the dark and hugged me, Dante.I like that. He put his arms around her to his chest.He felt her tears fall on him.He stroked her hair gently with his hands until she gradually fell asleep.He basically didn't close his eyes that night, but quietly and tenderly hugged her.

When Sarah awoke the next morning, she felt a buzzing in her head.She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to drink some water.She saw herself in the mirror and noticed that her eyes were puffy and her skin was sagging. When she walked back to the bedroom, the alarm clock also rang.Scarpirato was awakened, stretched out his long arms, and pressed the alarm.He saw Sarah go back to bed. Did you sleep well? I don't know, I guess it's ok, but I feel bad right now.She said with a bitter face, my migraine is about to happen again, and I feel like I can't move. Then I get up and get ready to go to work.You can stay here until you feel better, then go home and rest.He smiled at her like a blessing, and as my boss, I will give you a day off.

Thank you, then I'll take a day off. He reached into the bedside table, took out a box of painkillers, and took two of them.He brings her a glass of water.She swallowed the pills and threw herself on the pillow trying to fall asleep as soon as possible.He showered, dressed, and twenty minutes later came to kiss her goodbye. What about the alarm?Is it time for him to leave, she asked, and I don't want it ringing as I go. Don't worry, I won't drive it.The housekeepers come at eleven o'clock.She'll leave it open when she goes. Sarah woke up suddenly after sleeping for an hour.She sat up slowly.Those two pills worked and the migraine got better.When she stood up to dress, she felt weak.

She was thinking of Dante.Last night and this morning he had been especially tender and loving.She discovered another side of him, and she found herself wondering: maybe he wasn't Kara's accomplice. What she had seen before had shown him to be a criminal in many ways: unscrupulous, ambitious, capricious, shrewd, cunning and devious.But is he capable of large-scale criminal conspiracy?She talked to him about work, about Arnott, and even Carla.Vjital, but he showed no signs of awkwardness, restraint or covertness.Sarah thought she would see through his lies now.It occurred to her for the first time that he might be innocent.If so, then who are the two people Kara and Arnott are talking about?Her head started buzzing again.Subconsciously, she began to search his room, tentatively at first, then seriously.

She started with his dressing room.It was a long and narrow room covered with a dark green carpet and a row of mahogany wardrobes.She opened a cabinet door and found rows of brightly colored women's dresses hanging inside, as well as stacks of delicate high-heeled shoes.This is basically what she expected.But she still frowned.With a straight face, she closed the cabinet door and continued to search.In a desk drawer in his study she found silver-framed photographs of a pretty girl with short blond hair, arm in arm with Scarpirato, smiling at him while he watched camera lens.Sarah watched his smug expression carefully.She had seen this look on him more than once, and it appeared here again, in his picture.She stared at the picture for a while before putting it in the drawer and closing it.

She found the safe in an upstairs bedroom.It is hidden behind a painting.The oil painting showed a monkey that went mad.What a wonderful portrayal, Sarah thought.Scarpirato said the alarm was off, and she was sure it was off, so she started unlocking it. It was a standard safety lock, probably from twenty years ago, far less sophisticated than the ones used now, similar to the model she had learned at Jacob's house.She put her ear close to the dial, listened intently, and turned it carefully.Years of working on the trading floor have made her have a particularly good ear and a good concentration.Sometimes the yelling of the agents, the ringing of the phone, the shouting of the speakers, and the clicking of the machines are so loud that it is almost impossible to hear what the person on the other end of the line is saying.Years of experience in eliminating interfering noises and focusing on listening to weak phone calls are now fully used.

Despite several small false alarms, ten minutes later, the door of the safe was opened with a click.The safe was about a foot square and contained a stack of unsealed A4-sized brown paper envelopes.She opened the envelopes one by one and examined their contents: stock securities and bank statements kept by Swiss banks.The most recent was in June with a balance of $500,000 in deposits.For a successful banker in his mid-thirties, that's not too much, if not a little low.Sarah did the math, and there were roughly two million in stock securities.Scarpirato was rich, but not suspicious.Unless he had secret deposits or hidden assets, he didn't look like a third member of the Arnott-Vajtal fraud ring.

He and Arnott whispered suspiciously, but maybe it was just typical trading floor talk, just in a furtive manner.As for the unnaturally high profits on the trading desk, he didn't have a hard time explaining it: it was his intellect. The atmosphere that characterizes the trading floor distorts perception, and it is easy to lose touch with reality.Scarpirato's ego and vanity obsess him.It is entirely possible that he became an associate of Arnott without knowing it. Sarah put the letter bag back in its place, closed the safe, and turned the combination lock a few times so as not to leave any signs of tampering.She walked across the room, looked around as if to say goodbye, and went out.Ten minutes later, the maid who made up the room arrived. Matthew.Arnott sat at the trading desk, smoking one cigarette after another.He also occasionally glanced at the trading desk next to him.That bitch Matsumoto must have tipped off Jason.Maybe she knew he had taught Matsumoto a lesson and hid. He didn't want to strike so ruthlessly, but he had no choice. After the strike, it was out of control.When he punched her ribs, he heard a click, but he didn't stop there.He sat there, his anger subsided suddenly, as if his conscience had found something, but he was quickly dismissed.The broken ribs and the wound on the face would heal, he thought. Jason's absence disturbed him.He wanted to see her, let her explain to him, and forbade her to tell others.Will there be any connection with the police?This doubt flashed in his mind, and then he dismissed it.No, she's just a greedy bank employee.Little whore who wants to do some blackmail. A light on the panel in front of him blinked three times, followed by a loud bang, interrupting his thoughts.Wilson ran over first. The first line, Matthew, is Kara. Arnott grabbed the phone.He only said a few words, then hung up the phone, put on his coat, and walked through the hall in three steps at a time.He walked into the men's room, looked carefully, and found that there was no one else, so he walked into a cubicle and locked the door.Then he took out his cell phone from his jacket pocket and waited for the light on it to flash.After a few seconds, he pressed the call button and listened attentively. I just got a call and he said to buy lira.bulk.Now.Carla seemed excited, but also confused. hell!Arnott cursed in a low voice.Now is the moment of truth.He weighed the options before him almost frantically.They have to go with the flow.Doing nothing will arouse suspicion. Well, I'll do it, he whispered, it'll be all right.don’t worry. She snorted through her nose and that was all right. Arnott turned off the phone and returned to the workbench.He thought to himself: There will be no problem.He had to find Sarah.Jason, keep her under control no matter what. Arnott looked around.Wilson went nowhere.Scarpirato was in his office with no one else around.Arnott called up his own trading line, threw 50 million US dollars to eight different brokers on the spot, and bought lira for himself.Then he made $100 million for the trading desk.He draws out the receipts, puts them in the clearing receipt tray, and looks back at the screen. In Rome, Antonio.In his air-conditioned office, Fieri put down his phone, a satisfied smile on his face.He had just spoken briefly to Catania.Their phone conversations were always brief and cryptic, but to him the message was clear: buy the lira.Now.bulk. He dialed the number of his agent, Calvadoro.He told him to eat it in lira and eat it right away.300 million, spread out the noodles as usual.Calvadoro took down his instructions.Fieri hung up the phone and looked into the sky. His worries about Catania gradually dissipated.He had him watched day and night, and through a trusted intermediary sent someone inside the government to spy on Catania.A week later, there was a reply: Catania was innocent.No one doubted him.There might come a day, Fieri thought, but until that day Catania was still his golden goose, and he wanted to make the most of him.So when they talked, his tone was always very polite.He is very happy with this person. Catania, who was sitting in the office of the Bank of Italy on the National Street, felt this and heaved a sigh of relief.He had been worried that Fieri would no longer trust him, thinking he was alienating him.He knew he was wrong.His secret has not been seen through.No one knows about the deal between him and Fieri or Vitale.Deutsche Bundesbank President Herbert H.Miller's suspicions are nothing more than fluff.With the worries in his mind gone, Catania leaned back in his chair, lit a cigar, and felt relieved. Sarah.After Jensen came out of Dante's, she wandered toward her house, trying to clear her head.When she arrived at her Carlyle Square apartment, she went to the answering phone and pressed a button to hear any messages.The tape recorder is rewinding for playback.She was starting to undress when she was startled suddenly.She heard Matsumoto's intermittent, painful voice, and seemed to be unable to breathe. Sara, I'm Zhengmei.Make sure no one else is present while listening to this recording.After a long pause, Matsumoto continued: Listen, I have to warn you.Arnott had found that thing, in the office and in Kara's place.He came to my place last night.I told him I didn't know anything.He beat me up.Her voice was so flat and emotionless that I had to tell him.I'm so sorry for you.The reason I say you do it is because you think he's trying to get you fired.You want to get some privacy from him in order to protect yourself.She gave a dry laugh, and went on: Anyway, that's the truth, isn't it? Sarah knew that she probably said this because she was afraid that others would hear the recording.Then the phone hung up. Sarah couldn't wait to dial Matsumoto's phone.No one answered.She stood there dumbly, angry, hated, and afraid.The nails of her right hand pressed tightly against the fingertips of her left hand, leaving deep red marks on them.She took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the small coffee table, sat down first, and then lit the cigarette.She took a deep breath, forcing her breathing to even out.The most important thing now is to keep a clear head.He has to deal with Arnott and make sure to complete his task.If there is a way to have the best of both worlds An hour later, Sarah was walking unhurriedly across the trading floor.At least she had enough time to adjust her emotions and figure out how to respond. She hoped that the story she made up could be justified.If she manages it with aplomb, she might get to the heart of Arnott's dirty little plot and find the third and fourth members (now she's convinced Scarpirato isn't one of them) , to obtain more evidence for Barrington.But she still has to suppress her vengeful psychology first, and play another role well.She took a deep breath and quietly took her own seat next to Arnott. When he looked up and saw her, he was startled at first, then angry from his heart.Before he could speak, she smiled at him knowingly. I think we'd better talk, don't you think?Shall we go outside for a walk?She stood up and walked slowly across the trading floor.Arnott watched her back, then followed her outside.Scarpirato, who was in his office, was puzzled to see them go out together. They leaned against the green steel railings of the wide flagstone walkway beside the Thames.Behind them is the towering Intercontinental Bank Building.A few feet below the railing, the Thames flows quietly.A deep-draft tugboat was sailing through the khaki-colored water, and behind it was towing a large barge loaded with bricks.Seagulls circled behind it, or swung up, or swooped down, screaming at the sky. Couples of men and women on the sidewalk are either looking at each other affectionately, or whispering and smiling, and they are secretly using this half hour.A few people glanced at the rigidly dressed bank clerk and at the pretty woman beside him.His demeanor was prim and serious, she seemed relaxed, almost mocking, and they might have thought this was a couple at odds, as if the balance was in the woman's hands. Arnott looked at Sara sternly, suspiciously, as if to say it was better to be smart.Sarah lit a cigarette without haste, took a few deep breaths, and flicked the ash into the muddy river.He couldn't stand the dullness, and said, "Have you thought about it, what exactly do you want to do?" Sarah looked at the river, took a few more drags, and then turned to face him.She smiled slightly, but her face was still tense and her eyes were cold. I want to shine a little. Arnott looked sideways, took a step closer to her, and grabbed her bare arm like pliers. You fool.You don't even know what you're doing, do you? Sarah took a step forward, putting the toe of her right high heel on his left foot, putting all her weight on the toe.Arnott stretched out his hand and was about to slap her, but the look on her face forced him to stop.He let go of her arm and she returned to her original position. You forget, I know exactly what I'm doing.A very sleazy little fraud ring that I'd love to be a part of.She leaned back against the railing, tiptoed and put her heels on the rails close to the ground, which, I confess, had never occurred to me.I thought your friend Carla might be a little bit of a nuisance to you. I thought I could use this as a lever to control you. She paused and noticed the anger in his eyes. I think after you talked to my friend yesterday, everything Everyone should understand.But I stumbled upon your dirty little plot.Arnott was furious and was about to speak, but she raised her hand and didn't let him say, don't worry, I won't tell anyone.Besides, who can I tell?I don't yet see any particular benefit in doing that.She spoke casually, with a hint of a smile on her lips. Seeing that his body was gradually relaxing, she continued to speak, speaking unhurriedly and with reason.I just want to share some information.That's all.This you have given me.I'm going to keep these dangerous tapes in a safe in the vault.They will be there forever.No one will see them again.Of course, if something unexpected happened to me, it would be another matter.At that point, they will be turned over to Chief Prosecutor Maynard of the Fraud Criminal Bureau.Sarah had read about Maynard in the Evening Standard only yesterday.She also had a sudden inspiration to say the name. Arnott stared at her, silent for a moment.Then he spoke, his voice clear and menacing. Do you want to get involved?Oh well.Let me tell you, Catania contacted me just now.He said buy lira.bulk.Now. Sarah took a sharp drag on the cigarette, saw that it was burning to the filter, and threw it into the river.Her gaze crossed the murky water and landed on the hazy blue-gray Tower Bridge in the distance.She turned and smiled at him. let's go. As they walked across the trading floor, Arnott took two steps behind her, as if watching her in case she escaped.Sara sat down, grabbed her cell phone, and connected to the Paribas line.Arnott plugged in the same wire at the control panel and started listening.After a few seconds, Johnny.McDermott spoke. Sarah.Jason, my old friend, hello! Well, Johnny, she spoke concisely and without a word of nonsense, what's your dollar-to-lira bulk current price? Johnny looked at the screen and checked the exchange rate.US dollar vs lira.This is not her usual business.What happened?Eighty-seven.Sixty to ninety-eight.10, he made an offer. I press 87.Sixty will give you fifty million dollars. There was an uneasy pause.This is a big deal for a secondary currency.It was a sale that worried brokers.When McDermok answered, there was a challenge in his voice. OK, deal.You take eighty-seven.Sixty sold for fifty million dollars.As he spoke, he entered the details of the transaction into his computer. This is mine, Johnny.In Cordilon Corporation. The person on the other end of the phone got a little angry. What the fuck are you doing? Sara interrupted him: That's it, Johnny. After a tense silence, the word "okay" came out of Johnny's mouth.He signed his name and murmured that he would talk to her later. Arnott backed off the line, ran his hands through his hair, and looked around to see if anyone had overheard something.No one heard.His colleagues are all busy making business contacts on the phone loudly.He stared at the screen.Damn the lira better start climbing now or they're going down. What the hell is going on?Arnott asked, why is he so angry? Sarah smiled slightly.Don't you think fifty million is a lot of money in a personal account?It is ten times my daily transaction limit.My capital is only £200,000. Arnott's face suddenly turned pale: Do you fucking know what you're doing?That has to go through the verification department.They will go crazy. She smiled at him calmly, and unless they noticed, it was up to me to send them copies. So you're keeping it a secret? Sarah nodded. And what about McDermott?what will happen to him I guess it probably won't get him much attention.He can make up to forty trades a day.This deal is unlikely to stand out. What if it is still discovered by the inspection department? Sarah gave him a sweet smile, and then someone would have to transfer the money to my account to guarantee the deal for me. You don't expect me to do this for you, do you?ah?You are crazy. She laughed, "It's okay if you don't do it."You don't want the inspection department to ask me to answer many embarrassing questions, do you?Besides, you don't run any risk of losing money, unless, of course, there's something wrong with Catania, and that's unlikely, isn't it? She was very nervous inside, and turned to face the screen, watching what happened. Johnny.Looking at the screen in front of him, McDermott secretly cursed Sarah.Jason.She made the deal with false pretenses.He thought it was done by Intercontinental Bank, with their money, which proved that they had huge reserves.As he was entering transaction details into the computer, she told him it was a private account.He could have contested the deal, refusing to trade in her name on her personal account.He should have done so.But somehow, he didn't do that.Maybe it was out of friendship, maybe it was the tone of her voice.Anyway, raw rice has become cooked rice now.He just hoped his billing department didn't find anything unfortunate, and that the lira would climb.That way Sarah could close out her position, close her accounts, and make a net profit.If the lira fell, her £200,000 capital deposit would be wiped out in an instant, and she would be unable to settle the deal.Then it would be a mess.He'd be fired, she'd be fired, God knows what else.Visions of bankruptcy court and criminal proceedings flashed through his mind. Fifteen minutes later, a message appeared at the bottom of the Bloomberg screen: Bank of Italy raised the discount rate by one percentage point.Sara and Arnott beamed with joy after seeing it.McDermott was stunned when he saw it, but he was also relieved.He thought he smelled the stench of dirty money.But at least Sarah.Jason could close her deal.With any luck, none of them will be caught. A minute after that news appeared, the exchange rate of the dollar to the lira went from 1620.20 rose to 1621.Seventy, that is, four percentage points of appreciation per lira.Ten minutes later, the lira was still rising, and the exchange rate reached 1603 successively.80, 1604.Fifty.Arnott's personal account profit reached two million dollars.He reached for the phone and liquidated his own position and the trading desk's position, making a huge profit. Sarah's illicit profits were in the early part of two and a half million.She accepted it if she didn't see it well.She felt an uncontrollable excitement in her body.Her back began to sweat and she felt dazed.She stared at the screen in front of her, feeling an indescribable joy spontaneously.All the apprehension she had when she made her first illicit transaction a week ago has now faded away. Time passed minute by minute.She feels like walking on eggshells every second now.It is entirely possible for the lira to suddenly fall sharply, just as it had climbed so quickly a few minutes ago.Just one political scandal or assassination could send it plummeting, and she'd be left with nothing, and her fraudulent dealings would come out.She should have accepted it now, but she couldn't stop.She stared at the screen intently, taking this super gamble every second. She felt a euphoria that paralyzed her, like a sex drive.For fifteen minutes she sat perfectly still, waiting.She finally couldn't stand it anymore, and pressed the call button of the Paris bank.McDermott immediately grabbed the phone. Dollar lira exchange rate, Johnny. One five eight five.40, 1586.ninety. I bought fifty million dollars.Sarah liquidated her position and made a net profit of three million. make a deal.There was a relief in McDermott's slightly angry voice. He cleared the transaction quickly and exited the call.He will call her home at night, and then he will speak clearly with her, instead of being recorded by the machine now.He wanted to find out what the hell was going on.After he finished recording the transaction, he left the trading floor in a huff and headed for the Piguet Polk restaurant. Sara leaned back in her chair, breathing heavily.She lit a cigarette and smoked impatiently.Arnott watched her closely, thinking she was crazy.In all his years on the trading floor, he had never seen someone as adventurous as her.Catania only disclosed a little information, and was not 100% sure.There is always the possibility of error.The risk she took was dire.But she seemed to relish the risk.If something goes wrong, if the lira falls, she won't be able to cover the bill.That would require an investigation, and their illegal trading activities would be exposed.She will drag them all into the water. Arnott suddenly felt sick.He took out a cigarette, lit it with trembling hands, and took a long drag.Nicotine got into his blood.He took a deep breath and felt much calmer.He glanced at Sarah, who was sitting there, gazing at the screen calmly.This fucking lunatic, and right next to him.He was quite disturbed at the thought of this, but it was also the best choice in the event of a last resort.He turned away and smiled uneasily at her. You're a fucking lunatic, you know that? She smiled to herself, but her eyes were still cold. How much do you earn, Arnott? His eyes lit up, his ego outstripping his prudence. 20 million. Sarah whistled softly.Arnott grinned, but said: Soros made a billion on Black Wednesday. Yes, but that's legal. Yeah, think about it, how much should I earn by using illegal means? How much did you earn? She became a little cautious: that would be impressive. Arnott looked at his watch, it was one o'clock.He wanted to leave the trading floor quickly and call Kara to celebrate.Feeling suddenly claustrophobic, he stood up. I am going to have lunch. Drink me a glass of champagne. With a tense face, he walked away.It might be all right to let her in, but everything remains the same.She's still a bitch. Scarpirato walks out of the office.Wilson was two trading desks away talking to the girls in the settlement department.No one nearby could hear him speak. Is your head still hurting? Sarah looked up at him, expressionless. Oh, it doesn't hurt anymore, thank you.He looked at her and smiled.She looked up into his face, then looked away again.She couldn't resist his staring eyes, secretly looking at his things made her feel guilty.Matsumoto's hoarse voice sounded in her head again.The illegal deal made her dizzy.She was too tired, and there was no room in her head for him.She stared blankly at the data on the screen, but didn't see anything.Scarpirato looked down at her silently, and after a few minutes turned and went back to his office. After seeing him go, Sarah yelled to Wilson: Hey, Simon, can you take my place today?Please do me a favor. He smiled at her across the trading desks.OK, but it's up to you tomorrow. no problem.She picked up her handbag as she spoke, hurried outside, hailed a taxi on Lower Thames Street, and drove straight towards Mayfair. She felt that everything around her was illusory, but she was worried about Matsumoto.She called her at times throughout the morning, and there was only a recorded answer.Sara knew she was definitely home, just not answering the phone.Twenty minutes later she was in Hayes Lane, standing in front of Matsumoto's apartment, and rang her doorbell.A few minutes later, Masami Matsumoto's ghostly voice came over the intercom.Sarah said something briefly, and the door swung open and let her in. Sara pushed open the door, walked through the hall, and upstairs into Matsumoto's bedroom.Matsumoto was lying on the bed with a long pillow behind him and a light blue cashmere blanket covering him.She smiled at Sarah.Sarah felt very uncomfortable.She barely recognizes her anymore.What she saw was not her slender figure and delicate white skin, but a bruised nose and a swollen face with numerous scars.There were several stitches in the cut from the left eye down to the cheek.The whites of her eyes were so bloodshot that she could barely see the whiteness.The beautiful lips were swollen and two teeth were knocked out. Matsumoto held out a slender arm to Sara, pointing to the armchair beside her bed.Sarah mechanically walked over and sat on it.She looked at her friend, not knowing what to say.She was angry, sick, her heart was beating fast, her back was sweating, and she couldn't hold back the tears.She couldn't control it anymore, so she burst into tears. God, Zhengmei, I'm so sorry for you.I never expected this to happen.If I knew, nothing would let you Matsumoto interrupted her and said: This is already the case.You didn't know it was going to happen.She said breathlessly.There is a pause after every sentence, and as far as I'm concerned, it's over.The doctor came last night and again this morning.He dealt with it.After six weeks, these will all be removed.Pointing to her face, she said, my ribs will grow too.I'm not going to call the police.Anyway, I think it's better not to call the police.She smiled at Sarah.Sara felt it, and Matsumoto Masami had already guessed that this was not just an intrigue in the office, but a larger background, but she was wise and didn't want to know more about the situation.It seemed to her that Sarah didn't want the police involved either. Sara smiled back at her friend and ran her hands through her dark hair.Masami Matsumoto let out a long sigh, and put one arm bent in front of her chest, as if trying to support two broken ribs. Don't worry, Sarah.Matthew.Arnott and his punches and kicks will eventually pay off.what goes around comes around.I believe this. Sarah grabbed Matsumoto's hand and held it gently. There will be a day.