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Lilly rubbed her collar bone. The scar from the previous night was still there, but it already looked as old as any of her childhood scars.
"Is something wrong?" Mr. Baxter wondered.
The pair stood in the kitchen of the bakery, and not a spot of flour was to be found on the wide kneading boards. The reason for the cleanliness was the clock on the wall. Its hands showed the hour as five in the evening. Outside the sky had darkened and the sun had sunk below the horizon of tall buildings.
Lilly dropped her hand and shook her head. "I'm fine."
"Did you hurt yourself hitting that man?" he suggested.
Lilly cringed and moved toward the dividing door. "No. I guess I just didn't sleep well, that's all."
"Is Una coming for you tonight?" her boss asked her.
Lilly shook her head as
