picking up again,â he said. âThose northerners may not eat very well, but at least they eat off our china. The next time, our Finnish customers will have to come down here and see us. The prices have stopped falling; we donât have to give such big discounts as we did during the crisis.â He laughed again. âThey donât even speak English. We had to talk through an interpreter, a woman with a child and no husband, who studied in Germanyâin the south, I think.â
The woman: âYou think?â
Bruno: âNo, of course not. I know. She told me.â
After putting the car away they walked past a lighted phone booth with a shadowy form moving about inside, and turned into one of the narrow, deliberately crooked lanes that cut across the colony. He put his arm over her shoulders. While opening the door of their house, the
woman looked back at the half-dark lane and the tiers of bungalows, all with their curtains drawn.
Bruno asked, âDo you still like it here?â
The woman: âSometimes I wish we had a stinking pizza joint outside the door, or a newsstand.â
Bruno: âI know Iâm always relieved to get back.â
The woman smiled to herself.
In the living room the child was sitting in a big, broad armchair, reading by the light of a standing lamp. He looked up for a moment when his parents came in. Bruno stepped close to him, but he didnât stop reading. Finally he smiled almost imperceptibly, stood up, and searched Brunoâs pockets for presents.
The woman came from the kitchen, carrying a silver tray with a glass of vodka on it, but by then there was no one in the living room. She went down the hall and looked into the rooms that branched off it like cells. When she opened the bathroom door, Bruno was sitting motionless on the rim of the tub, watching the child, who was already in his pajamas, brush his teeth. The child had rolled up his sleeves to keep the water from running into them. He carefully licked the toothpaste from the open tube and then, standing on tiptoe, put the tube back on the shelf. Bruno took the glass of vodka from the tray and asked, âArenât you drinking anything? Have you made any plans for the evening?â
The woman: âWhy? Am I different than usual?â
Bruno: âYouâre always different.â
The woman: âWhat do you mean by that?â
Bruno: âYouâre one of the few people I donât have to be afraid of. Whatâs more, you donât make me want to playact.â He sent the child away with an affectionate pat.
In the living room, as they were picking up the toys the child had been playing with that day, Bruno stood up and said, âMy ears are still buzzing from the plane. Letâs go to the hotel in town for a festive dinner. Itâs too private here for my taste right now. Tooâhaunted. I would like you to wear your low-cut dress.â
The woman was still squatting on the floor, picking up toys. âWhat will you wear?â she asked.
Bruno: âIâll go just as I am. I always do. Iâll borrow a tie at the reception desk. I feel like walking. All right?â
The hotel restaurant, whose lofty ceiling gave it a palatial look, was half empty. Bruno was still adjusting his tie as they walked into the dining room, guided by a bowlegged waiter. The headwaiter pulled out chairs for them, and they had only to let themselves sink down. They unfolded their white napkins in unison and laughed.
Bruno not only ate everything on his plate but wiped the plate clean with a piece of bread. Afterward, holding up and gazing into a glass of Calvados, which took on a reddish glow in the light of the chandeliers, he said, âTonight I felt the need of being served like this! How sheltered one feels! A taste of eternity!â The headwaiter stood in the background as Bruno continued. âI read an
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