wraps himself up in a scarf.
We pass through the pub which is closed and go
through the main door. We stand on the sidewalk
and stare at the street for a while until I look at him
sideways.
“So?”
“Don’t you see anything?”
I look around again.
“Nothing, except that parking lot.”
He doesn’t answer, and so I look again and in
his eyes, there’s a spark.
“I don’t understand,” I continue, as he takes a
remote control out of his pocket and unlocks the
car that I just indicated.
“What…”
“Surprise!” he says, taking me by the hand and
pulling me over to the car.
“A car? You bought a car?”
“Come on, take a look at the inside,” he says,
squeezing my hand.
I open the door and look around, then look in
the back seat where a baby seat has been installed.
I pull my head out to look at him and see how
pleased he is.
“What about your motorcycle?”
“Sold it.”
“Sold it? But you loved it! I know you hate—”
“Did you think I’d bring the baby on a
motorcycle? What the fuck kind of father would I
be?”
