Margie sat stiffly on the bench, her satchel placed beneath it, under a cloudless summer sky. Sparrows splashed in the fountain directly in front of her, but her glazed eyes never saw them.
A gloved man in a fine black suit came around the fountain to join her. He took note of her eyes and bare hands. It took all of his considerable will not to pull away.
“Do you have it?”
“Yes,” Margie replied standing and swaying as she found her feet.
She had disappeared before he carefully took the satchel in his gloved hand and left the park.
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