Arnon Grunberg

Coffee

Offer

I was waiting for a cab. A lady in her fifties approached me, she was lavishly dressed and her heels waee high.
“Are you waiting for a taxi?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Where are all the taxis on a Sunday afternoon?” she asked.
After a while she managed to hail one and she said: “Do you want to share a cab with me?” “Of course.” “Where do have to go to?” “81st and Madison.” In the taxi she told me that her husband was a Delta pilot. She asked me for a good hotel in Amsterdam and just before she got out of the cab she gave me her address and she said: “Stop by for a cup of coffee one of these days.” An impetuous offer, an offer a novelist should not refuse.

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