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In any case, after the wedding bad things started happening

between them. Him, he didn’t even look up when she

served him his soup or his main course in the cafeteria. And

as for her, it no longer made a difference whether she was

putting the food in front of him or someone else. Her eyes

seemed to be losing their shine from one day to the next.

You couldn’t say, You look nice today, Miss Basia, or

Basieńka, because she looked like she might burst into

tears. She unbraided her hair and just tied it behind with a

ribbon. It still looked nice, but it wasn’t the same as when

she’d worn the braid. But no one had the courage to ask her

why she’d done it.

The Priest stopped coming to the cafeteria, and that made

you wonder as well. Apparently he went to some tavern to

eat. Then one day she happened to be bringing the main

course to the table where I was sitting when someone ran

in to say that the Priest had fallen from the scaffolding.

Either he’d fallen or it was something else, in any case the

guy shouted to the whole cafeteria that he’d fallen. She had

one more plate to put on the table and, as chance would

have it it was mine. The plate fell from her hands to the

floor. She burst out crying, covered her face with her hands

and ran into the kitchen. What went on in there I couldn’t

tell you. But people in the cafeteria could have thought it

was because of the dropped plate.

We all rushed to the door, people came hurrying from the

offices and from management, everyone was running, a