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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