“Oh, it’s late.” She pulled back the curtains. “We’d better get down to breakfast. You know that your front is hairier than your back? Probably tastes better too.”
I was lying face down on the bed with my trousers on. I had managed to get my shirt off, I don’t remember anything more. I stood up too fast and the blood surged out of my brain.
She marched over to me and wrapped her arms around me, that stopped me from falling over. I noticed that the hotel room was hers. I said nothing, she said nothing, I went to my room to change into something more casual.
I entered the breakfast room, she was already there wearing her dark blue dress. We helped ourselves at the buffet.
She pulled out a folded piece of paper from her handbag. I unfolded it and read out loud:
I don't hurt other people's feelings by telling them the truth.
“One more cup of coffee and I’m going to check out and drive home with you. And by the way, my name is Thea Bulge, call me Thea.”
She stopped the car. “This is where I live.”
“Nice place you have, Thea.”
She grabbed me. “I’m not that sort of girl. I won’t just sit there like a pudding just waiting for my partner to suggest something. You won’t hear me in a restaurant saying ‘Oh, I’ll have what you’re having, Darling.’ Oh, no. I’ll take the initiative any time I want.”
I said nothing.
My bag played the Ententanz – that meant just one thing, a customer in trouble, this time in Indonesia. The next hours were spent on my phone and laptop. “My company exports pill packing machines to the whole world.”
The next hours were spent marking exercise books. “I’m a teacher.”
She ordered a Chinese meal on her phone and I went to the door to pay for it. She pulled out a folded piece of paper from her handbag. I unfolded it and read out loud:
Wonton soup is very heavy.
She pulled out another. I unfolded it and read out loud:
Do you believe in love at first sight?