The Father walks slowly into the kitchen, his boots clicking softly on the floorboards. He looks at the shrouded furniture, his eyes following the path of a dust mote dancing in a sunbeam. He reaches out a trembling hand and grabs the corner of the sheet over the table, preparing to pull it back. The camera pans from his face to his hand. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths ...
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