Because he drives I sit in silence, even as he talks .... my thoughts are working
Jörn talks about his mother when I ask him how the surgery went, saying,
“it was not a big deal, everyone made more of it than necessary— we at least all had a family reunion—we’re talking about getting together at the summer place....”
Still my thoughts....
“You met with your Dutch friend....” I stare without seeing what I look at, staring inward
I feel him turn to me but I I don’t look
“Why would you do that?” I ask
I listen for anything he may give away
It feels like too long before I hear him sigh,
“I guess I was curious to know—the off chance there could be a connection.”
I whisper,
“To your Dutch spy friend? bullshit, Jörn.”
I don’t even move and just stare ahead. I consider why I had the impulse to pick him up at the airport after his dropped hints of the details of his flight
After awhile he sighs again,
“what are you suggesting?”
“I don’t know.... it just seems too convenient to me,” I say in a whisper
“What does?”
“All of it.”
He pulls the car off the road to a rest stop area. The car hardly stops when I jump out
But I don’t run towards the building there. Instead I run anywhere else
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