We'd been runnin' on some different clocks, the world. It was a man in a mildew-smelling crumpled ball of a jacket that tapped the other man's chest. Relief.
"She didn't know that," the ex- of an ex- coming back from lunch relayed to end a working strike. Dumb-faced the man had a round to shoot out of his mouth before cooling off. "You done?" The woman asked. He drained his beer and didn't bother to crush it. "Good. We can recycle this one," a girlchild hungry 'cuz only mac and cheese for breakfast. "Back to work," she ordered. "How could she not know?" The man didn't whine, but more plead than jerk on reigns that only felt to have disappeared.
"Well," the tiny-framed and straight-backed woman paused long enough for every man to get up, "Did you go home last night?"
That just about shut the whole town up, tipping on toes to hear.
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