Night Over Day Over Night [antikvár]

You broke my heart and now I'm pissed." "Is that all you came to say?" She stood in the doorway in a nightdress, hugging herself. Her hair was a mess. "I hate you." "No, you don't. Look, either go away or come in from the cold, will you?" She turned around and walked off into the kitchen, scratching and yawning. I s at at the kitchen table and smoked a cigarette. She took it from my hand, inhaled, gave it back. She toasted some bread in the oven, her knees cracking as she bent down, then skidded a piece to me across the table.