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The
stranger
remained
bolt
upright
,
the
glasses
with
their
burdens
of
syrup
and
assorted
vegetation
disappearing
into
the
hood
on
a
production
line
basis
.
This
is
it
,
the
landlord
thought
,
this
is
style
,
this
is
where
I
buy
a
red
jacket
and
maybe
put
some
monkey
nuts
and
a
few
gherkins
on
the
counter
,
get
a
few
mirrors
around
the
place
,
replace
the
sawdust
.
He
picked
up
a
beer
-
soaked
cloth
and
gave
the
woodwork
a
few
enthusiastic
wipes
,
speading
the
drips
from
the
cordial
glasses
into
a
rainbow
smear
that
took
the
varnish
off
.
The
last
of
the
usual
customers
put
on
his
hat
and
staggered
out
,
muttering
to
himself
.
I
DON
’
T
SEE
THE
POINT
,
the
stranger
said
.
’
Sorry
?
’
WHAT
is
SUPPOSED
TO
HAPPEN
?
’
How
many
drinks
have
you
had
?
’
FORTY
-
SEVEN
.
’
Just
about
anything
,
then
,
’
said
the
barman
and
,
because
he
knew
his
job
and
knew
what
was
expected
of
him
when
people
drank
alone
in
the
small
hours
,
he
started
to
polish
a
glass
with
the
slops
cloth
and
said
,
’
Your
lady
thrown
you
out
,
has
she
?
’
PARDON
?
