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Cluster index: Kathy Stevens

Everything in This Room Is Edible.

Kathy Stevens: ‘The meat had been thawing since the morning. It was dark, dark pink, and so delicately enlaced with fat it looked as if it had been wrapped in a Chantilly veil. When she pushed the flat edge of a knife against it, it gave, just a little. Nearly time to cook. She filled two glasses and re-joined the stranger at her table.’