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.
“I would have never thought of leaving him, though,” Christine said. “Being content that we mix up with being happy is still a lot better than the unknown, I guess.” She bit down on her lip and looked at him, obviously not sure how he would deal with so much personal information. “That sounds prett
D nodded a little absent-mindedly. “Yeah, that’s this weekend…” Unintentionally it had come out so strikingly non-enthusiastic that it made Robert falter. “What’s wrong?” he asked, a plate for the dishwasher in his hand. “I thought you were looking forward to that.” D swallowed. Robert sometimes ha