Cold Coffee
ACT I: THE FILE The university basement smelled of mildew and forgotten ambitions. Frank Kowalski was down there because he had nothing else to do and the day labor office was closed and the diner coffee was four dollars a cup and he had twelve dollars in his pocket and a bottle of beer in his apartment that he was saving for later. He was fifty-two years old, laid off from the steel mill three...
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