Mar. 2nd, 2010 at 3:30 PM
Dinner had been good, very good, even if the conversation had, at times been a little awkward. Fin knew it was his fault. He could talk all night about work but now he knew what to look for he could see when Andras was expecting some thing more - something more intimate and personal - and it was then that Fin's fund of conversation dried up.
Actually, it was fucking annoying - how someone for whom words were toys to be manipulated as he chose could be at a total loss for the right thing to say in this situation. So Fin carried on walking, hands in pockets and said, "Of course the fifties was a state of flux everywhere, not just here. Sometimes much worse. Maybe we could talk to someone else who lived through it? What about that woman with all the cats?"
Actually, it was fucking annoying - how someone for whom words were toys to be manipulated as he chose could be at a total loss for the right thing to say in this situation. So Fin carried on walking, hands in pockets and said, "Of course the fifties was a state of flux everywhere, not just here. Sometimes much worse. Maybe we could talk to someone else who lived through it? What about that woman with all the cats?"