bought them some time ago, before he was working on the
foreign contract. An opportunity had come along when
someone lost at cards and didn’t have anything else to pay
No, he didn’t play cards, not him. He’d bought them off the
guy that lost. He’d figured they might come in handy. And
they had. He’d forgotten about them, it was only when he
saw her in the cafeteria that he remembered he had them.
It was like those rings had chosen her to be his wife.
Though they wouldn’t be able to wear them for the
moment. After the wedding they’d take them off and he’d
keep them safe. Once his contract was over they could put
them back on. Maybe they’d go away somewhere. Maybe
abroad. He’d try and pull some strings in the foreign
company whose machinery they were installing.
Who wouldn’t have swallowed it all, you tell me. Common
sense might have made her suspicious. But common sense
always loses out to life. She was working in a cafeteria, and
bam. Soup, main course, bam. Anyone who wanted could
grab hold of her braid, but he lifted it on his outspread
palm and weighed it to see if it was maybe made of gold.
Common sense tells you to be wary of any love, because
you never know where it might lead you. Common sense
tells you you should be wary of yourself. But it isn’t people
that create common sense for themselves. And what is
common sense anyway? You tell me that. And I’ll tell you
back that no one could survive in life by just following