..At dinner, the weather of the room was silent. Though quiet was the air, in the cages of their bodies, turbulance, tempestuous seas, wind picking up the leaves off the ground, the stirring of the clouds like a cauldron. Emmanuel picked at his green beans like a forlorn skipper while Nadia held her glass near her face with the concentration that captains fix upon lighthouses...
That is all you get!
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