‘But you know? I’m still a bit hungry!’

‘You are?’ She doesn’t come out and say what I read on her face.

‘Aren’t you?’

‘To tell you the truth, yes, I am a bit too.’ I hear a not very happy grunt coming out of Dirk’s throat.

Just having vocalized what my stomach is telling me, gurgling, I come out and say what I am thinking.

‘You know what?’

‘What”?’

‘A fresh hot chicken croquette with mustard would taste really good right now!’

‘I think so too,’

‘Let’s stop for one. My treat!!’

What I see clearly on Dirk’s face is utter disgust at us two ungrateful creatures. And yet, he suddenly exists the dark avenue we have been traveling on and within minutes is pulling up at an all night automat. At the  first bite of the piping hot croquette, both Ans and I feel we died and went to heaven. Dirk refrains from having any.

He has just plunked down hundreds of guilders on wining and dining us.

© Haresh Shah

Illustration: Celia Rose Marks

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MY FATHER’S SECRET STASH

When my father died, he left behind a trunk full of personal stuff containing of things that were near and dear to him, mainly several watches that he wore through his lifetime, gold cufflinks and shirt buttons, several bottles of partly or barely used men’s fragrances, among them a bottle of Playboy fragrance, several little bottles of herbal attars, fancy pocket handkerchiefs and such, which my mother wanted us four brothers to have. Since I was coming home soon, my brothers decided to wait to open it when all four of us would be together. But they had gone ahead and taken a quick peek…

 

 

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