The Wistful Dinner

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In the dream, which was not a dream but a waking that felt more tenuous and less solid than the sleep he had left behind, Arthur Pendelton sat at the long oak table of the St. Jude’s Hospice cafeteria, a place that smelled eternally of boiled cabbage and floor wax, and he was waiting for his mother, who had been dead for seven years, to bring him the soup. The soup was the thing, the singular,...

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