Anselm nodded. Whisper had already given his enthusiastic endorsement of the steak and that was good enough for him.
He'd spent twenty years in New York during the early part of the last century. "I like New York. Every corner was turned it into a different city. San Francisco was a lot like that too. In the beginning."
Some eyes hadn't turned away just yet and Anselm met them one by one. He nodded politely, being as civil as he possibly could while wondering if any of them had the experience and magic to crack his secret. It was clear that his companion wasn't up to that level of understanding.
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