come to celebrate the purchase of a new flat, where were all the fanfares? Why was she not flaunting her triumph? An alarming premonition was already constricting my chest, but I didnât jump in with any questions, deciding it would be best if things were clarified over a glass of cognac.
Finally everything was ready and we sat down at the table. Tamara opened the cognac herself and poured some for both of us.
âOff we go!â she said, obviously nervous as she raised her glass.
âWhere are we going?â I enquired cautiously. âWhat are we drinking to, dear?â
âYouâll find out in a moment . . .â
She downed her glass in one and took a bite of an apple. I did the same.
âWell, letâs hear it.â
Toma became embarrassed again, but made an effort to carry on.
âHere goes then . . . Basically, as they say, Iâve got good news and bad news. Bad for you, that is . . . or maybe it isnât, I donât know, I donât know anything. Letâs have another drink.â
We had another drink, only it didnât seem to help Toma much. But she ploughed on notwithstanding.
âThe first piece of news is: weâre not selling our flat. Are you glad?â
Taken aback, I simply shrugged.
âAnd the second piece of news is: I donât live there any more.â
âNow that is interesting . . .â I muttered. âMay I have a few more details?â
Tamara had to take another drink. And so did I.
âWell you see,â she said, steadying her breathing, âwe met in this estate agency, he was buying a flat too. And so we thought, why do we need two?â
âWe?â I asked, turning numb.
âWe,â she whispered, and tears sprang to her eyes.
I got up. I was fearsome, appalling.
âI called you!â Tamara cried out. âI called and called! Why werenât you available?â
I dropped the stool and walked out of the kitchen. A minute later I came back. Toma was sobbing and gnawing on an apple. Without saying a word, I grabbed the cigarettes off the table, jerked my umbrella off its nail and ran out of the house.
I marched on and on. Striding along without even seeing where I was going. It started raining, but I kept on marching. Suddenly I heard a thin, childish voice.
âMister! Mister!â
But my ears heard without hearing and it was some time before I realised the voice was talking to me. When I did realise, I automatically flung up the hand with my watch on it.
âQuarter past two, little girl.â
Only then did I realise there really was a wet little girl standing in front of me, clutching some kind of bundle in her arms.
âMister, take the doggy,â she said, obviously not for the first time.
âAll right,â I said without giving it a thought and took her bundle, in which something promptly started whimpering.
âThank you,â the little girl said with a smile and ran off through the puddles.
I ought to have asked what the doggy was called, but I didnât think of it. And I didnât know the little girlâs name either. When I got back home, I studied the contents of the bundle carefully. The creature proved to be a male, about six weeks old. I glanced into the calendar of saints and baptised him Philip.
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. We assert our rights loudly on the sales floor, we conduct protracted debates on the steps, and in the alleys behind it we exercise personal freedoms that are not established in law. And all this without distracting the
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