by Joe salivated, imagining what the staff might serve tonight.
Lobster Thermidor, a Porterhouse steak…
A gong sounds.
The guard, Nguyen Trai, slips a half bowl of cold rice
between the bamboo bars,
as he’d done every evening
for
the last
seven
years.
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