was right, it’s a female torso.  The butcher’s assistant is still distraught.  He’s standing out in the cold in his shirt-sleeves and apron as if freezing like that will help cleanse him of what he’s seen.  He smokes cigarette after cigarette, chatting with the Chinese interpreter, who is now just listening and nodding, trying to make him feel better. He told them he went to move the bin and when he felt that it was heavy he looked inside, because there shouldn’t have been anything in it, it should have been picked up by their disposal service.  He saw the garbage bag, opened it, and asked his boss to call the police right away because he knows the difference between animal and human remains.

 

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