Buffet Night

The t-shirt hangs above a large belly. He is, maybe, around fifteen. He looks awkward but not to himself. It is that and the shorts that are suitable for a pensioner. He stares from under a large fringe. Two siblings feed noisily at the hot serving counter. His father is quiet and utterly absent from things.

His younger brother and sister come round him at sit at the window seat they occupy.

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