anybody could fail to understand their presence in that moment. The huge man looked down at Faith. “Got a minute?” he asked. “Okay,” she said. But it sounded tentative. Because she had no idea what he could possibly want from her. She stood, and followed him into his office. It was a dank and dusty space. Small, with not enough light from the one narrow window. Several used disposable coffee cups sat on the windowsill, and on his desk. Faith could not imagine what resistance he could have to throwing them away. She sat in a hard chair with no arms, in front of his desk. They looked at each
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