Arnon Grunberg

Mother

Singing

This evening, while I was having dinner with my godson and his mother a chubby woman approached me.
“Do you recognize me?” she wanted to know. I’m not sure if she was tipsy, but she spoke with a rather loud voice.
“Eh,” I answered.
She turned out to be the friend of an ex.
“My mother recognized you,” she said.
She asked me a few questions, which I tried to answer without getting into details. Then she went outside, I assume to smoke a cigarette.
A few minutes later, I heard her and her mother singing in the restaurant.
The waiter looked at me, he said sotto voce: “Eating, drinking, shouting, singing, what’s next?”