Expos-Giants Game, September 4, 1988

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It's a beautiful day in Montreal, somewhere late summer and early fall, and Meg and Laura take a long and meandering path from the cafe where the bar turned up today, around the city, and to the Stade Olympique.

Meg had no trouble getting tickets, and if they're not exactly the closest seats ever, they do have a nice view looking down over third base, and a good view of the whole field.

"I think we're over here."

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"It would be practical. And efficient."

X sounds vaguely approving.

And she may also look at some past game statistics for teams in her timeline.

Just to -- see.

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"Yes."

Pause.

"Though then I would have no idea how to go about placing a bet."

Meg considers.

"I guess your city is kind of playing mine. We could . . . bet a quarter on the outcome of the game, or something."

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X considers.

"Or a root beer float."

Beat.

"Quarters are not very useful."

X is game if Meg is.

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"Root beer float it is," Meg agrees. "I'll buy if the Giants win; you'll buy if the Expos do."

Meg offers her hand so they can shake on it.

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"The terms are acceptable," X says, taking Meg's hand and shaking it.

It is a deal.

One it is probably good that X does not mind losing.