Struggling to keep her expression neutral, D gazed towards the garden. She couldn’t blame Sarah for wanting to talk with a friend about things she might be worried or curious about when it came to her brother. In this particular case, however, D didn’t feel as if she could be that friend. Especial
Sarah rolled her eyes and huffed out an angry breath. “Well, and the newest thing…” D said before Sarah could articulate her doubtlessly many thoughts on the bleak summary. “The newest thing is… It’s all about us staying friends.” She managed to pronounce friends like something offensive, and the q
It was early afternoon when Joe dropped onto the big hotel bed, arms stretched to the side. Peace and quiet! He had two hours before he was supposed to meet Peer and Christine for dinner. He had made it a habit to get together with them whenever he was in Amsterdam. He knew Peer from the first year
Joe remembered searching for food after meeting Linda and Bob. His stomach had been growling and he had lost Liz in the crowd to someone she absolutely needed to talk to. He had found the buffet and retreated to his favorite fancy chair in the second exhibition room with a bunch of hors d’oeuvres o
Hurting him was intended, of course. And she had justified it the same way she justified the thing with Eric a few months later: A pay-back. A pay-back for all the affairs he was surely having during all his business trips. The funny thing was, of course, that during all the time he had been with h
Once on the road she called Robert to tell him that she was on her way. The second she hung up, her mind immediately darted back to what she actually didn’t really want to think about... Over the last three years she had seen Joe exactly once – a little over a year ago at his father’s funeral. “I
As he watched the waitress stroll off, he tried to remember when he had last had any alcohol. He had kind of stayed away from it since things with Liz had started to get so crazy. It had seemed crucial that at least one of them keep a clear head and some sort of control. But since that was over now,
“Yeah…” With a weak smile she nodded. “Hurts either way.” The waitress came with the main course and took the soup bowl away. Surprisingly, Christine hadn’t lost her appetite over the unhappy conversation. Joe was amazed at how she was digging into the mashed potatoes and the duck she had ordered.