Every Bitter Thing (2010)
Every Bitter Thing
“Access to the town was through a gate three stories high. The gate was fashioned of red brick and featured Dutch-looking gables. Beyond it towered an even higher structure, a fake windmill housing a café on the ground floor. They went into the café.
“Town this small,” Arnaldo said, “everybody knows everyone else.”
“Every now and then,” Samantha said, “you say something that isn’t completely stupid. Let me do the asking. Kloppers, right? Marnix and Jan?”
“Marnix and Jan were the two on the fligh...t. We drove out here to talk to Marnix’s parents. She’s Greetje, he’s Hans.”
“Don’t ask them a thing until I get back,” she said and headed directly for the ladies’ room. Arnaldo passed a display selling wooden shoes and took a seat at a table. A woman in pigtails, wearing a starched white cap with wings, came over with a menu.
“This thing work?” Arnaldo asked, immediately violating Samantha’s instructions and pointing upward.
The waitress shook her head.MoreLess
“Town this small,” Arnaldo said, “everybody knows everyone else.”
“Every now and then,” Samantha said, “you say something that isn’t completely stupid. Let me do the asking. Kloppers, right? Marnix and Jan?”
“Marnix and Jan were the two on the fligh...t. We drove out here to talk to Marnix’s parents. She’s Greetje, he’s Hans.”
“Don’t ask them a thing until I get back,” she said and headed directly for the ladies’ room. Arnaldo passed a display selling wooden shoes and took a seat at a table. A woman in pigtails, wearing a starched white cap with wings, came over with a menu.
“This thing work?” Arnaldo asked, immediately violating Samantha’s instructions and pointing upward.
The waitress shook her head.MoreLess
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