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The
men
looked
at
her
without
curiosity
.
They
did
not
seem
astonished
to
see
a
woman
in
evening
clothes
enter
a
slum
diner
;
nothing
astonished
anyone
,
these
days
.
The
owner
turned
impassively
to
fill
her
order
;
there
was
,
in
his
stolid
indifference
,
the
kind
of
mercifulness
that
asks
no
questions
.
She
could
not
tell
whether
the
four
at
the
counter
were
beggars
or
working
men
;
neither
clothes
nor
manner
showed
the
difference
,
these
days
.
The
owner
placed
a
mug
of
coffee
before
her
.
She
closed
both
hands
about
it
,
finding
enjoyment
in
its
warmth
.
She
glanced
around
her
and
thought
,
in
habitual
professional
calculation
,
how
wonderful
it
was
that
one
could
buy
so
much
for
a
dime
.
Her
eyes
moved
from
the
stainless
steel
cylinder
of
the
coffee
boiler
to
the
cast
-
iron
griddle
,
to
the
glass
shelves
,
to
the
enameled
sink
,
to
the
chromium
blades
of
a
mixer
.
The
owner
was
making
toast
.
She
found
pleasure
in
watching
the
ingenuity
of
an
open
belt
that
moved
slowly
,
carrying
slices
of
bread
past
glowing
electric
coils
.
Then
she
saw
the
name
stamped
on
the
toaster
:
Marsh
,
Colorado
.
Her
head
fell
down
on
her
arm
on
the
counter
.
"
It
’
s
no
use
,
lady
,
"
said
the
old
bum
beside
her
.
She
had
to
raise
her
head
.
She
had
to
smile
in
amusement
,
at
him
and
at
herself
.
"
It
isn
’
t
?
"
she
asked
.
"
No
.
Forget
it
.
You
’
re
only
fooling
yourself
.
"
"
About
what
?
"
