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        Flippingthroughthemenu,Junaskedcasually,"Where''syourserver?"

        Mrs.Hesseldidn''tanswer.Instead,sheasked,"Whatwillyouhave?"

        Junorderedabowlofcharsiurice.Tobehonest,theirroastmeatswereprettygood.

        Whilewaitingforhisorder,Junpulledouthisphone.HewatchedMrs.Hesselmovebehindthedisplaycounter,slicingcharsiuwithprecise,rhythmicchops,anddialedReyaatthesametime.

        Theringofthephonecompetedwiththesoundofknifehittingthewoodencuttingboard.Themeatwassliced,butthecallwentstraighttovoicemail.

        JunstoodandcalledouttoKurt,whowasgrabbingtakeoutandheadingforthedoor.

        "Reyanotintoday?"

        Kurtshotback,clearlyannoyed."HowshouldIknowwhereshewent?"

        Junfeltasinkingweightinhischest,abouttopressfurther,whenMrs.Hesselappearedwithabowlofricetoppedwithcharsiu.

        "Shewentwithmyhusbandtopickupstock.Shouldbebacklater,"shesaid,settingthebowldown."Hereyougo,enjoyyourmeal."

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