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The Morning After
Like always, the sun did, indeed, come up. What was good was I knew that I was going to the café, because there were fewer feet plodding along in the hallway toward the elevator. I was glad, very glad. Maybe things would be as they were before.
The trip was quick but seemed long. When I got out in the alley behind the café, it was raining a thin but greasy rain from the leaden sky, which managed only a crack between the buildings. I hurried in the back door, in order to not get any greasier than necessary. I was clumsy as I picked my way through the kitchen and burst out into the cafe.
I was hoping to see King sitting there, smiling, looking as he always did; a little smug, slightly pleased with himself, two breakfasts, a sheepish grin across his face. And sure eno
