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Order Was Restored

Story 26

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The man tries to stand. The steward has not let go of his right elbow.

Eleven on the roster, in good gray coats. They arrive at a walking pace. Run, and the room knows.

Five steps. Presence. The hand. The chair. The quiet room: water, two soft seats, no clock. Twenty minutes free. Five has its own form, filed elsewhere. Twice this year a coat has returned from cleaning with the hall's docket in its pocket. Both times, hook nine's. Nobody has asked.

Today is Tuesday, at the ramp. Two hundred and forty on the board. The man has two hundred and thirty-nine and has begun to explain about his mother.

The steward brought the chair from the wall in one motion. The man sat. Now he is trying to get back up.

One of the six he trained watches from the doorway.

The steward's own file is ninety-one in arrears. His wife has two hundred and six. Four years of Thursdays left.

In the training book the hand is open.

He closes his. The man sits again. He does not let go. The half-size flask drops from the man's hand. The steward waits for it to stop rolling.

In the quiet room the man holds the flask between his knees. His right hand rests in his left palm.

"One word."

"I know."

"I taught her the long ones. I thought the long ones."

The steward pours water. Behind him: words taught are not always words kept. He does not read it out. The flask stays shut.

The man uses eleven minutes.

"Can I come back Thursday?"

"Yes."

"Will the rate have risen?"

"In the new year. Thursday is inside this year."

The man writes Thursday on his right hand with his left. The steward holds the hand still for him.

At four he enters three in the intervention field. Beneath it, room for eleven words.

Attended, chair, quiet room. No mark. Order was restored.

He opens the training book. In the margin beside the open hand: Do not release before the room is quiet. His writing.

His hook is four. He hangs up his coat and rolls up his sleeve. The younger one is waiting.

He sits in the chair. Gives him his arm. With his free hand he places the young man's fingers.

He moves one finger a little higher.