[ there's a momentary pause in the sound of conversation, cooking, people eating, as if everyone here heard that, and everyone knows what it means. the host looks des over with glistening eyes, some sort of dark tattoo visible at the nape of his neck, under his crisp white shirt. ]
... Follow me. [ he pushes his way through a beaded curtain, and everyone resumes what they were doing moments ago ]
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... Follow me. [ he pushes his way through a beaded curtain, and everyone resumes what they were doing moments ago ]