The woman sat in the booth watching the film, frowning, puzzled: so was Donald. The world portrayed - some rich American suburb of golden retrievers, wide grassy sidewalks and detached square houses - was his world, according to the papers: the West, where even the sun went, destination for the hungry world. She drank hot cocoa and ate plain bread as her blankets dried on radiators. When the last film was over she went out to the street with her warm blankets and full tummy and disappeared.
She never said thank you. He respected her for that.