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The porch light smoking became an evening ritual. It continued all that dry summer and through the autumn. And sometimes, every now and then, twenty-five years on from all of that, like we’re all school kids, the three of us go out somewhere by train. And on the platform here or the other one over there, we all smoke together from cartons the grandmothers left behind for as long as it takes the train to arrive.
