The Road Between [antikvár]

asn't it exciting?" Elizabeth asked with childlike spontaneity. "Yes," Bernard Carr said, wishing he could find excitement and adventure as easily as Elizabeth. They were sitting at a table near the front window of a large, crowded, noisy cafeteria on Sheridan Square. Outside, it was dark, and the snow was falling. Bernard and Elizabeth had just stolen a few knives, forks, and spoons, and Bernard had slipped them into his overcoat pocket. Taking the silverware had been so easy that he was somewhat ashamed of himself for having been nervous about being caught. For a moment, he had even feared he might be arrested. "Now we've got all we need, Bernard,55 she whispered gaily across the table. Elizabeth looked so girlish and pretty. Her blonde hair was luxurious, and it was combed simply. She had light-blue eyes and the round, eager, shining face of a child. As she smiled at him, she looked more like sixteen than twenty-one. Bernard was tall, brown-haired, youthful, and looked no different than he had when he'd been in New York in 192/. Hell, he thought, nothing could happen to him for copping a few knives and forks. After neither had talked for a while, Bernard said: "I've got to get going on another novel. I never get time to read anything I want to or to write what I want, running around scrounging book reviews." "Bernard," Elizabeth said in a serious tone, "maybe I could find a job. I could do something • • • I could be a waitress and