From an oblique projection, a hunched figure took a vague shape of an old lady, tottering in the dim living room.
She seated herself in another sofa at the other end of the teapoy, took an apple from a thin plastic bag, peeled it with a knife a bit rusty, and cut the apple into pieces.
"You should alway take a rest." She murmured, in a faint voice.
My eyes are still staring at the screen of my laptop when the apple pieces waited on the teapoy with her.
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