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Jack Back woke up with a start at quarter to seven. He yawned, emptied his bladder in the commode and dusted off his clothes, or tried to anyway. Having dressed, he left the room and descended down the stairs. The bar maid was standing behind the bar, drying washed jugs and mugs with a tattered cloth.
"Good morning Sir. Your eggs are just about ready."
Back grunted and sat down at the bar.
"Could I have the morning paper please."
"We usually get the morning paper at around eight in the evening the following day Sir. I can fetch the day before yesterday's paper if you wish."
"Whatever."
The bar maid disappeared in the kitchen and came back a moment later carrying scrambled eggs on a plate and a newspaper.
"I said sunny side up. These are scrambled."
"Terribly sorry Sir. The cook only knows how to scramble."
"Well colour me surprised."
"Would you like some milk Sir."
"No thanks. I'm trying to quit."
Back made a brief facial expression which the bar maid interpreted as a grin, although even with her vast professional experience with different sorts of people she could not be quite sure. She picked up the jug she had been drying and continued where she left off.
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