The emptiness of a restaurant that was just full. The children who have disappeared, the silenced voices. The sudden potency of the hour. The two waitresses who now assert their authority; no one orders anything more and thus they have taken over the place. Every emptying-out of this kind is both touching and sad at the same time, as if one were in a place that death has not reached, and as if it had already taken everyone else.
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