This is chapter 7 of a serialized novella appearing on Ars Gratia Libertatis every two weeks.
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A light dusting of snow, freshly fallen, lay across the landscape outside John Morales’ window like an accent. It highlighted the objects it covered, their edges and protrusions became more visible, tinged as they were with a stark white.
Sindamo consciously willed his hands not to shake as he set the pan down on the counter. The man with the dress shirt asked, “Business good today, Mr. Sindamo?” After trying with limited success to wet his suddenly parched throat by swallowing, Sindamo croaked, “Yes, sir. May I help you?”
An hour and twenty-five customers later, Tangwishon was still talking with his friend. Their conversations were like European wars of the 17th century. The eager participants often covered the same ground, but there was always a new twist or variation that had to be worked out.