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[i_martha_adams]

Martha Adams enters the bar in jeans covered with flecks of ceder, gloves tucked into her belt, and a face which has obviously recently been washed. Ceder chips hang like fragrant confetti in her coppery hair. She heads toward the bar and, gingerly, asks for a sandwich and a drink.

Coffee and a chicken salad sandwich appear, which means all is well as far as the recent unpleasantness is concerned.

She then finds a seat in one of the comfortable chairs by the fireplace and settles down.