Arnon Grunberg



Tonight, I had dinner with an acquaintance.
She talked about her mother, philosophy and World War II.
Suddenly her husband showed up. He shouted: “A cab is waiting.” He dragged his wife out of the restaurant – well dragged, she followed him without much protest. He managed to say: “Thank you.” I felt like the babysitter, or to be more precise the wifesitter.