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           Judmatchedhimbottleforbottle,nottalkingmuch.

           Theirfourmealswentbackalmostuneaten,andwithhispreternaturalinsight,Louissawthewaitress,afatgirlwithaprettyface,debatingwithherselfaboutwhetherornottoaskthemiftheirmealshadbeenallright,finallytakinganotherlookatRachel’sred-rimmedeyesanddecidingitwouldbethewrongquestion.OvercoffeeRachelsaidsomethingsosuddenlyandsobaldlythatitrathershockedthemallparticularlyLouis,whoatlastwasbecomingsleepywiththebeer."I’mgoingtogivehisclothestotheSalvationArmy."

           "Areyou?"Stevesaidafteramoment.

           "Yes,"Rachelsaid."There’salotofwearinthemyet.Allhisjumpers...hiscorduroypants...hisshirts.Someonewillbegladtogetthem.They’reallveryserviceable.Exceptfortheoneshewaswearing,ofcourse.They’re...ruined."

           Thelastwordbecameamiserablechoke.Shetriedtodrinkcoffee,butthatwasnogood.Amomentlatershewassobbingintoherhands.

           Therewasaqueermomentthen.Therewerecrossinglinesoftensionthen.TheyallseemedtofocusonLouis.Hefeltthiswiththesamepreternaturalinsighthe’dhadallthisday,andofthemall,thiswastheclearestandsurest.Eventhewaitressfeltthoseconverginglinesofawareness.Hesawherpauseatatablenearthebackwhereshewaslayingplacematsandsilver.ForamomentLouiswaspuzzled,andthenheunderstood:theywerewaitingforhimtocomforthiswife

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