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As the door closed behind the slightly sweated man
There seemed to be a disjointed group response
Some stood at the sun stripped window
Grasping for air's relief
Some stood at refreshments
to sup at sun warmed water bottles
A group of overly keen ghouls
hovered over photos and diagrams

''I'm David Stra..............trailing off abruptly
as some grey suit barked
''Only first names'' as he wiped a pair of well
worn horn rimmed spectacles

''I'm Richard as he pulled a chair squeakily
from the table and folded himself in the chair
unloosening his taut shirt

''I'm Marnie'', mum was a Hitchcock fan''
A colour draped sugar drop
plopped herself beside the suit
A young unmade woman
whispered ''Ember''
as she pulled herself from the shade side of the room
and gently shifted herself into a vacant seat
''Anyone need a water'' a dark haired older woman
with an unusual brooch motioned to the table

''I'm Patty'' sitting down ''only Patricia to my mother''
She sat a sandwich in front of herself
and unfolded the paper from the slowly turning bread.


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