Good morning, sir, here’s your coffee just as you like it, did you know they were going to bomb Pearl Harbor? Good evening, ma’am, the quartet will be playing the Liszt piece you commented on yesterday, does your husband by any chance know where my Polish waiter’s missing mother might be? But June knew, deep down, that it was still the same game. The Avallon had never been for those who deserved it. The Avallon had to present itself the same to everyone who came, or the entire illusion collapsed.
