Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

Dana Grigorcea

in—a quality greatly appreciated in the workplace— irritates the older people I come across, maybe to them it looks like absent-mindedness or, even worse, disinterest. Sweetie won’t let go, and launches into her questions about the bank robbery. She’s one of those who fear the end of the story or, even worse, a cover-up. “Did you recognize the old man?” “He looked like someone familiar . . .” “Who?” I shrug. “You’re in shock,” she guesses, and keeps staring at me. “Is Dinu being supportive?” She seems to unconsciously be inspiring me to wax positive about my ex-boyfriend. She’d always known Mrs. Miclescu had raised him well, even when he was just a little kid climbing trees and scaring gypsies with a sudden “Boooooh!” She laughs, and I go along with her laughter, although I find the whole thing unpleasant. Fortunately she gets right back to her main topic, the bank robbery. “Have you considered contacting the other woman?” “I have, maybe . . .” “It’s best you meet right away. I could come with you .

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