TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

DS Maolalaí

when I first moved in and used to drink alone in my apartment with the radio on and no-one to talk to.

In bed I make up these stories about the young couple next door whom she heard fighting once, early in the morning. “I want to learn French so I can figure out what they’re saying”, I tell her. “One night they ran into the yard with breadknives out and 5 minutes later he was kissing her. Nobody called the cops or anyone. Who would call anyone for something like that?” I embellish my stories with pepper and salt because she lives at home so I can get away with these tales of my crazy neighbours and cops knocking up my door at 8am on Saturday looking for the last guy who lived here.

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