The Wistful Dinner

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The coat is red. It is not a bright red, but the deep, arterial crimson of dried blood or old wine. It hangs on the hook by the door of the cellar room. You know it is yours. You have worn it for forty years. It fits you now as it fitted you then, though you are thinner, and the shoulders sag where they were once strong. The air in the cellar is cold. It smells of damp stone and iron filings....

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