There was a chair next to free him. But she took place opposite him.
He had a different cafe you can find out, he now realized, further away from home, ach, it was innocent. It would remain innocent. A final and explanatory call, could more innocent?
As they were against each other — the girlfriend of his daughter which is not really a friend of his daughter was and ship's steward.
'it is still my grandfather.' She picked up the substance of her blouse and instep between its fingers.
'O. Wear your many clothes of your grandfather?'
'I wear does sometimes clothes of my father.'
They looked at him, cheeky, but not challenging. Hautain, but in a natural way, as if the hair is almost sorry that the world could not endorse its approval.
'How is it?'
'That?'
'Met you,' said ship's steward. Of course you ', Ester.'
'good'.
'What do you drink?'
'Doe but red wine.'
He ordered red wine for Ester, and although he had been determined to let the coffee, he also ordered for itself but a glass of wine. It was late in the afternoon, you might say. He folded the newspaper carefully. The war against terrorism lasted.
When they are both a sip of their wine taken had he felt, to his own amazement, quiet. Calm. And yet again a very small amount of live.
About the incident in the barn was not discussed, and that was perhaps but also better. About events there is little to say once they have occurred.
'How are your plans?' he asked. 'The love to abolish it, how is it?'
'I have holiday. I do not do anything. I have a lot of time. My agenda consists of white spots.' She took a large sip of wine, licked its lips and asked: 'And how is it with Tirza?'
He nodded. 'Good. Excellent. She is in her boyfriend. They will soon travel. To Africa.'
The call was otherwise than he had hoped, otherwise than he had imagined.
'Maybe you know,' he said, and he always went softer talk as if he was doing a secret any spoilers, 'that i ever have been also plan to abolish the love to declare, death. It was a project, a marketing had to be, a thick marketing with footnotes. Scientific. Substantiated. With evidence.'
'Yes?'
'In my vault still material, if you are there for you, if you want to have access to it.'
They slowly shook her head, again a tad hautain. 'No, sir ship's steward,' she said, 'I want no trading letter. I know just how it is, that is enough.'
They looked at people. The trams. A taxi.
To his own consternation he said: 'I am happy in your company.' He improved itself. 'I find your ideas refreshing, interesting.'
They again shook her head. 'I have no ideas. I know just how the sitting.'
From the breast pocket of her grandfather's shirt she 60 euro and placed on the table. 'The change,' she said.
'Yes'. It was… it is not important.'
'But I am." She looked at him light reproachfully.
'I wanted to explain to me, I am of course Tirza's father, I am almost exclusively Tirza's father, that is the main thing, but there are special Aachen, small, insignificant ancillary. I am also happy to someone in your company is in.'
He could say it better, but it could also be said pieces worse With this version was to settle them.
He did not now more of his own words. This good call a weird way him.
'I must continue,' she said. 'I think it is nice to many be alone. When I stand up I go first half an hour on the floor and then I myself.' Aad As in the barn evening streelde her own arms, concentrated and accurate. 'I hope not that I am sorry to disappoint you set.'
'We said not "you" against each other?'
'I do not disappoint you set.'
'not at all. What I said, I wished to say. That is all.'
They stood up.
'I have brought something for you. A trivial matter.' He opened his briefcase, took a small black pocket. "I have unfortunately only in German can be found. Was ist Art? It is called. It is a marketing of Tolstoy, you need the word "Art" just by replacing "love", it is actually his farewell.'
'I do not read German.'
'Maybe later'.
She took the booklet, he kissed once on the cheek and walked the café. He looked her after, how they are in the direction of the Concert Hall and meditated. The Shirt of her grandfather was its really too large, he saw only now.
Then he charged bought from delicatessen Pasteuning three bottles of Chilean wine and walked to the house.
'They Have your released?" asks the wife, lying on the bed while a ship's steward required for the journey.
'I have freely taken,' he says. 'They do nothing to give me.' He will take a few seconds of thinking to the director who had said that soon also lower educated men the road to the book would, they are not necessarily through the book trade. It surprised him that his office with views on a tree and a garden which also can be called courtyard, his colleagues, the routine, Monday production meeting, has never missed.
For mid July is the cold and rainy.
He draws a blue required that slightly worn but that he likes to wear.
Ship's steward goes to the kitchen and looks happy to the tool with which he is the garden of his parents will go to tackle. From the fridge he retrieves the food which he has taken to remedy Tirza still one last time before they go to the third world is a good meal for.
In the back of the Volvo loads everything in the ship's steward garden tool, breads, four different types of French cheese, old Gouda, steaks, lettuce, raspberries, cherries, apples, radishes and cucumbers. There is still enough space for Tirza's backpack and the backpack that will undoubtedly bring her boyfriend.
For as long as a ship's steward children, he drives in a Volvo. It is a vehicle that fits in his address he says. As he himself at that address, or perhaps he should say: paste.
Than he knocks on the door of Tirza's room. She is currently developing its backpack in which they specially for this trip has purchased.
Ship's steward had suggested that they have a solid boot of a good brand had to buy, but they laughed him out.
'I go to Africa, PAP,' she had said, 'not to the Cote d'Azur.'
Ship's steward loathes of youth hostels and backpackers. The lack of privacy that radiates backpacking gives him chills. It is no snobbishness. It is a deep, almost animal fear for the dormitory room and the bunk bed.
Time of his students, and especially of the few months he in a student house has lived, he can remember how other students him came after a night out 'Return'. With mattress and was already you than reversed. Then they walked a while over you as if it were a special form of Thai massage. Other students found that is not such a problem, it. He opposed, tooth and what it all made things worse.
'You're almost done?' he asks. He pushes without waiting for an answer the door open.
The room of Tirza is one big mess. Everywhere clothes, toiletries, a passport with its vaccinations, its iPod, her note book, underwear, a bathing cap, a diving goggles.
'I can not choose," she says, 'and there is so little in. It will be somewhere in Africa also be very cold, you think you are not, pap?'
'Fixed,' he says, 'somewhere in Africa is also very cold. Antarctica is not far away.'
'But a warm sweater takes place as much in.'
'I have you said that you had to buy no backpack.'
'still keep on," she says. 'You do not know how people go on a journey. When are you for the last really been traveling? Not a few days to the Buchmesse. Really travel.'
She reduces what from its backpack and crams a sweater in.
'Or is a coltrui better?' she asks.
'A coltrui prickles.'
He goes to the kitchen. The coffee which he has put a quarter of an hour ago gravity. Ship's steward pays for itself a head and calls on than to top: 'Tirza, would you also have coffee?'