CHRONICLE OF A LIFE FORETOLD

The Chronicles

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Thursday

Dining Out




We were the diners the proprietor wasn't sure what to do with. We were respectful enough. Had command of speech insofar as we made half sense, enough to make the receiver, waiters in this case, suppose that maybe we might have something of a point to make.

Which of course we did. There was a point that needed making, and we were making it. No question.

The question was, could we pull it off and not get thrown out?

Or could we at least get thrown out after pulling it off?



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