Crab cakes
Massage parlors
Yesterday I went with my godson and his mother to a playground in Central Park. The weather was unexpectedly nice, we were even able to eat crab cakes, steamed broccoli and sesame crusted tuna, which we had bought at Dean & DeLuca, in the park.
After this lunch we went to the playground.
I was reading a book -- my godson was playing in the sand and his mother was watching him.
A few feet away from me two parents were playing with their two-year-old son. The mother and the son went to the sand, while the father sat down on the bench and started reading the Village Voice.
When I looked up again I noticed that the man was studying the section of the Voice with ads for massage parlors and escorts. He tore out an ad or two and put it in his pocket.
Then the woman and the kid came back from the sand, the man closed his paper and he engaged in a conversation with his family.
Sometimes one wishes to become a spy: how does this man vote? Is he a moral majority man? Will he dare to take an escort and if so how will he treat them? Etcetera.
Perhaps this was a family man with a keen interest in typography.
Oscar W
That's very well possible.Noa
"Housebroken" by Yael Hedaya.Quite a normal story, a normal customer of the billion dollar sex industry. If he pulled out the advertisement of a new computergame or a book it could be the same. Just for passing time. Living in a fantasy and wanting satisfaction and tension.
I miss NY
Arnon;s English lesson mumber 2
A few feet away from me...two parents were playing...Since you speek for yourself it is clear those few feet are away, from you that is.A few feet away (further)((along)) two parents...Don't show, don't tell (too much)
Sheers!
