Catt was wearing a red felt mask stiffened with wires that she had found at a shop earlier that week. She sat at a table in the corner of the Hidden Smile, picking at her dinner and sipping at her drink. All the food served here was cut into small pieces to be easy to slip under a mask or through a mouth-hole. All the drinks were served with long waxed-paper straws for the same reason. In spite of th...