The Caffeteria

The boy let go of his father's hand and reached out timidly to pat juju's hind quarters. Do you have business here at the school? I asked, turning back to the man, no, we were just looking at the cafeteria. And he glanced at the large window next to us the cafeteria? Yes, he nodded. The window clearly belonged to the cafeteria. Lunch had apparently just ended, and the dishes were being washe large bird cage like baskets crammed with plates and bowls and spoons. Along the belts there were various stations that resembled the disinfectant showers at swimming pools. When a basket reached the station, it would disappear for a few seconds into a haze of liquid