Arnon Grunberg

Museum

Jailbait

A group of American exchange students is staying at the Best Western in Fairfax.
This morning there was no empty table in the breakfast room, but I did manage to get a seat at a table with four female students.
“Excuse me, what are you doing here?” I asked.
“We are exchange students,” a girl answered.
Another girl was studying a piece of paper. Finally she said: “First we go to the Holocaust Museum. What time is the bus leaving?” I finished my cup of coffee.

Tonight two students (a boy and a girl) knocked on my door. “Let us in,” they shouted. They appeared to be intoxicated.
I was tempted but I didn’t let them in.
There is a thing called jailbait.