Andy Warhol Portrait of Maurice

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people who live outdoors but have to come inside sometimes, when it gets dark. It’s a room for harnesses and dogs, a room where oilskins are hung up to dry. There’s a beer barrel by the door. There are flagstones on the floor and, along the ceiling beams, hooks for bacon. There’s a scrubbed table that thirty hungry men could sit down at.
There are no men. There are no dogs. There is no beer.
There is no bacon.
There was silence after the knocking, and then the flap flap of slippers on flagstones. Eventually a skinny old sunlight appeared to consider this.
YES. it said, eventually.
‘I wouldn’t even know where to start you workin’, either. We haven’t had any proper help here for three years. I just hire the lazy goodfornothin’s from the village when I want ‘em.’woman with a face the colour and texture of a walnut peered around the door.‘Yes?’ she said.THE NOTICE SAID ‘MAN WANTED’.‘Did it? Did it? That’s been up there since before last winter!’I AM SORRY? YOU NEED NO HELP?The wrinkled face looked at him thoughtfully. The tall figure looming against the