21. Vacation
“Thinking of going out this holiday,” he said proudly, packing his suitcase.
She nodded lazily on the couch, not looking. “Sure, sure. Where’re you going?”
“Abroad, perhaps.”
“Sure; but where’s your passport?”
Brief silence. Then; “…Um, I forgot where I left it. Plus I haven’t booked tickets yet.”
“No use then, is there?”
“No. I’ll go to the beach then. But…” he faltered. “…I think I lost my swimsuit.”
“No use then, either?”
“No; besides, I don’t think I can go anywhere; car’s in the repair shop.”
“…Then where are you going?”
He glared at her sourly. She merely smirked.
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