Shari was snoring soundly. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. He had a wild impulse to shout. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. There had been disappointments and humiliations, and although she hated to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits. Ah Cum was not a sailor, but he knew his water-front. Eric Vorsack still toiled at work.
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