There was a man and he died.
This man was important as an aubergine. In fact, he sold them. For every weekday, he would work at a grocery store, and fore thirty-seven consecutive years, he would not stop working at the grocery store until the day he died, which was, today.
When the man was small he did not want to work in a grocery store. When the man was small, he wanted to be a painter, not a grocery store clerk. Not that his dreams matter anymore, as he is now dead.
This death, through consequences upon consequences lead to the closing down of a perfectly pleasant coffee shop downtown which upset a certain amount of people who enjoyed their morning espresso.
This woman, wasn't one of them.
This woman, thought she had no connection to the man who died and who's death subsequently lead to the lack of caffeine in the mornings and the lack of people shelving aubergines. In fact, she did not even think of the man as she did not know the man and therefore did not even acknowledge that such a man playing such a tiny role in her life had even existed.
Thus, the woman did not know about the man who died.
This is her story.