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| "Then you're going to do all sorts of amusing things again and I'm not, it's always the same (trouble) with you", she said with a sceptical, but loving tremble in her voice. "It all makes me so terribly unsure, dichie- dich, what am I going to do with Poekie and you. This afternoon I lay across the table, with T. I'll not name names... but nevertheless it was wonderful so it can be, even without you. He was very sweet and understand- ing without scruples, quite different then others I've come across in this position. We didn't get very far, he had to go quickly, but in the afternoon it went much better - until you phoned; I felt so confused..." |
"So now we know, he said gloomily and walked to the window. His hands deep in his pockets. He finge- red his bunch of keys. "Remarkable", he thought,"I don't feel sad or angry. I feel absolutely nothing". He poured himself another and looked at her compassionate: she lay sobbing on the floor and tried to crawl towards him. He sneered and rattled his keys again. She jumped. "So you forgive me for everything?". "Of course, darling", he said nobly and gave her the keys. "Go and fetch the car". It turned out to be a n awfully pleasant day.
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