Chapter 19 18

The phone rang.I was half asleep on the rattan chair, half staring at the open book in a daze.A heavy afternoon shower, which drenched the leaves in the courtyard, then died down again.After the rain, the humid south wind with the smell of the sea blows, gently shakes the leaves of the foliage plants lined up on the balcony, and then blows the curtains. Hello! .the woman said.That's like putting a thin piece of glass on an unstable table, remember me? I pretended to think about it. How are the records doing? Not so good must be because of the recession, no one wants to listen to any records.

oh. She tapped the rim of the receiver with her nails. I had a hard time finding your phone number. Really? I went to Jay's bar to ask.The people in the store asked your friend, that tall and weird man, he was reading Molière's novels. I see. silence. Everyone felt so lonely, saying that you haven't been here for a week, maybe it's because you're not feeling well. I didn't know I was so popular. are you angry with me? Why? I want to apologize to you because I said something ugly. Oh, you don't have to worry about my affairs at all. If you still want to mind, you can go to the park and throw beans for the pigeons to eat.

She sighed, and could hear her lighting a cigarette on the receiver, followed by Bob Dylan's Nashville Horizons, probably a phone call from the store. The question is not how you feel, but at least I don't think I should say that.She spoke quickly. Be strict with yourself. Well, I always wish it were. She was silent for a moment. Can we meet tonight? all right. At eight o'clock at Jay's, will you? Hurrah. Also, because I have encountered many unpleasant things. I know. Thanks. She hangs up.