“I do hate to see someone not smoking,” he says, sliding a packet of cigarettes down the bar. “It is most disturbing to me.” The slow push, something he’s done hundreds of times. A conversation opener in a place where people savour silence, or at least savour not talking.
His accent, a mid-Atlantic muddle, an old ham do…
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