
Claire Keegan Reads “So Late in the Day”
The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker
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Suddenly the TV Was Still Going Some Poker Tournament
The t v was still going some poker tournament with men in baseball caps and dark glasses guarding their cards. By now they would have had their first dance, and might still be dancing into the early hours at the arklo bay hotel. His mind hovered half stupidly over these unwelcome facts. When he no longer felt able or inclined to think over or consider anything else, he turned on his side. But at least another hour must have passed before finally reaching out for its relief and a new darkness.
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