 The place looked empty when I got there. Only a fat little man at the counter slicing some kind of meat. And then I saw George at the back at one of the few tables in the place. I ran back. Ran back. Edith. Edith, no, no, no, no. It's not smart. I just want you to hold me. Hold me for a moment. I need you so much. Edith, please. The waiter. The waiter. Oh. Stop trembling. You're trembling. Yeah? I'm a bit beat, folks. Uh, two coffees, please. Do you want anything else, Edith? Just you. Huh?