There were two cases from China, with queer lettering marked upon them in jet black ink, and one from Marseilles, larger but less romantic. Hickie had opened the Chinese cases first, and now he was busy unpacking jars of ginger and handing them to Sue to put away on the shelves. “Sue,” he said, pausing for a moment and looking up into her face with his soft brown eyes. “Sue, are you liking it here?” “I like lots of work,” Sue told him. “You’re a good worker,” he agreed. “I like work too, and this is interesting work. I like to see the cases arrive and all the good things come out and fill up the shelves. I’ve been here nine years now.” Sue nodded. “It’s nine years since I saw you first,” continued Hickie. “You were just a wee girl.” “I was fourteen,” Sue told him in a matter-of-fact voice. “Fourteen,”
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