the night was strange, it's remainders like a weight on conscious thought, bogging it down, keeping it from any movement, blurring the vision, causing the hissing in the back of the head to block the clarity of the sound coming in through the open bedroom window.
Sit on the chair by the bed, take up the laptop and read the news. The president of America admits to being corrupt, to accepting campaign gifts from the enemies of the country, and he sees no wrong in that.
None.
The son.
He comes into the bedroom and asks his father whether or not - the café
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Need to read an article first and then have a shower.
An article by an American inquiring about Brexit.
Being answered to by a british nationalist,
who admits that his people were ill informed.
In the past.
They do not have a clue.
So 'e sez
Take a shower, wash off yesterday's plaster covering the healing wound on the little finger.
wash the hair.
And leave the bathroom.
Get fresh underwear from the wardrobe, dress for the day.
Tell the son that all is ready.
The café
on the corner
A croissant
A cake
two coffees.
Thats all
There are two other people there, they drink their coffee.
A man arrives, grey hair.
He parks his car in front of the café
A noisy Mustang.
He is known, he is a self assertive person.
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