She doesn't remember much
of the best part of that day.
They took a day trip to that lake
she wanted them to visit.
Except it was raining hard all day,
boat trip was cancelled.
They ended up in a little taverna instead.
Crowded, it was a puplic holiday.
She was unaccustomed
to that particular kind of strong liquor,
got drunk on it .
He had to practically carry her
back to his car.
As sick as a dog she was
and in her drunken stupor
she remembers asking him,
again and again:
''Who are you?''
Each time she asked,
he would give her a different name,
while driving along,
smiling, amused
humoring her,
playing along.
''You have to stop , NOW!'' she said.
He pulled over,
came round to open her door,
held her hair
while she was being sick on the road side.
After that she can't remember much,
except for that dog.
Big brute.
What the heck was a dog doing in the middle of nowhere?
He was friendly with him
but not with her,
kept trying to snap at her hand,
he had to hurry her into the car again.
She fell asleep on his car seat
and he kept driving along.
She woke up still there,
tucked under his coat
him patiently waiting for her.
''I am ruining your life'', he said.
''I should have never come to you in the first place''
He never explained what he meant...
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