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The first of the meat pies was a jalapeño one.

It was quite spicy.

—”This one really had chili, Mr. Arthur,” I said, looking at the photo. “Not like your hospital chili.”

I ate slowly. No TV. No phone. With Tessa’s Tupperware open in front of me as if it were an answer.

Outside, the building started its symphony: buckets clanking, keys jingling, heels continue reading …