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The pungent air of sour cabbage, and smoked brisket hung thick and heavy in the room. It was after five and the place was clamouring with conversation, and the clatter of cutlery on plates. The owner motioned for her to take the usual booth by the window. The table had yet to be cleared from the previous customers, so she carried the dishes to the bussing station herself, and grabbed a cloth to wipe down the table.