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"
How
is
she
?
"
I
asked
.
"
She
’
s
all
right
,
"
the
nurse
said
.
"
You
should
go
and
have
your
supper
and
then
come
back
if
you
wish
.
"
I
went
down
the
hall
and
then
down
the
stairs
and
out
the
door
of
the
hospital
and
down
the
dark
street
in
the
rain
to
the
café
.
It
was
brightly
lighted
inside
and
there
were
many
people
at
the
tables
.
I
did
not
see
a
place
to
sit
,
and
a
waiter
came
up
to
me
and
took
my
wet
coat
and
hat
and
showed
me
a
place
at
a
table
across
from
an
elderly
man
who
was
drinking
beer
and
reading
the
evening
paper
.
I
sat
down
and
asked
the
waiter
what
the
plat
du
jour
was
.
"
Veal
stew
—
but
it
is
finished
.
"
"
What
can
I
have
to
eat
?
"
"
Ham
and
eggs
,
eggs
with
cheese
,
or
choucroute
.
"
"
I
had
choucroute
this
noon
,
"
I
said
.
"
That
’
s
true
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
’
s
true
.
You
ate
choucroute
this
noon
.
"
He
was
a
middle
-
aged
man
with
a
bald
top
to
his
head
and
his
hair
slicked
over
it
.
He
had
a
kind
face
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
Ham
and
eggs
or
eggs
with
cheese
?
"
"
Ham
and
eggs
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
beer
.
"
