Boogaloo On 2nd Avenue
“But the worse he felt, the more he wanted Karoline. He could not understand this, did not want to understand it. He just wanted to turn his back on his life and beliefs and have sex over and over again with this woman.
She answered the phone as though she were expecting his call. He had prepared his arguments, but she wasn't interested. She sounded resigned.
"What are we going to bake?" Nathan asked.
"Kugdhopf" "What kind of kugel?" "Kugelhopf Just get over here and I'll show you." "Kugdhopf" "...Yes. It was Hitler's favorite dessert," He hung up. He hated the way she did that. Teasing him, which was an understated form of laughing at him. She knew he hated it, but she also knew that it made him want her more. She knew everything about his soul, could hold it in her hand like kugdhopf dough, and he had to have her to get it back—or that was what he reasoned walking up from Rivington Street through the explosions.
Farther east on Rivington, some people had broken into an abandoned building.MoreLess
She answered the phone as though she were expecting his call. He had prepared his arguments, but she wasn't interested. She sounded resigned.
"What are we going to bake?" Nathan asked.
"Kugdhopf" "What kind of kugel?" "Kugelhopf Just get over here and I'll show you." "Kugdhopf" "...Yes. It was Hitler's favorite dessert," He hung up. He hated the way she did that. Teasing him, which was an understated form of laughing at him. She knew he hated it, but she also knew that it made him want her more. She knew everything about his soul, could hold it in her hand like kugdhopf dough, and he had to have her to get it back—or that was what he reasoned walking up from Rivington Street through the explosions.
Farther east on Rivington, some people had broken into an abandoned building.MoreLess
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