Heliftedhisbckcoffeeandtookalongswallow.Thebitternesssearedhisthroat.

        Thefatesofpeopleatthebottom—sotwisted,sosuffog.Forthem,tobeclothedandfedwasalreadyaluxury.

        Hisgazefellbacktothephotograph.

        Andthenhispupilstractedsharply.

        Thewomaniurele,fadedfloraldress.Thefabriccheap,thepatterheskirtcaughtmid-creaseinthefrozeofthecamera''''''''sshutter.

        ButJunhadseenthatdressbefore.

        Onthedaybeforethefireatthemanager''''''''shouse,hehadruniabeefnoodlehouse.Shehadbeenwearingitthen—sooutofstepwithherusualstylethatithadstruckhimasoddlyjarring.

        Now,thatsamedressstoodbeforehimagain,framedinLinisan''''''''sphoto.

        Thebitternessofthecoffeestillgtohistoachillhadalreadycreptuphisspine.

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