The waiters, without ever betraying their impatience, will continue to light her cigarettes, pretending not to care that she alone is keeping them from getting on with their work, keeping them from replacing the teacups and teaspoons with fish knives and forks and dinner plates : the endless changing of table settings that signifies the progress of morning into afternoon into night, one day into the next…
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They lunch. Then a rest. Then, in the afternoon, another swim, or, if it was too cold out, a walk. After tea, patience. After patience, dinner with beer. After dinner, more cards, more games, sometimes with the children. More beer.
David Leavitt The Indian Clerk 2007 Bloomsbury
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