Arnon Grunberg



Sunday afternoon around 3 p.m. I was having lunch at table d’hote on 92nd street. The weather was nice, I sat outside.
A few tables away a lady in her forties was making awkward noises, I wasn’t sure whether she was crying or that she was overly excited.
Then I noticed that she was playing cards with a slick man. Apparently, the game made her produce these strange noises.
When I was done with my salmon and my shortcake they were still playing cards.
The happiest couple I’ve seen in weeks.

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