The only thing left was the haircut.
Anthony billowed the striped cape. He squirted water on Eric’s head. The talk was easy now. He refilled the shot glass with sambuca. Then he scissored the air in preparation, an inch from Eric’s ear. The talk was routine barbershop, rent hikes and tunnel traffic. Eric held the glass at chin level, arm indrawn, sipping deliberately.
This part in the book always makes me a little sad. Eric is so withdrawn the whole time. He even falls asleep. Shares his dinner with Ibrahim… Makes me want to wipe all that pie off his face with a tea towel.
Anyway! Enjoy your weekend and all your holidays, if you have them. Please be polite and sit through your haircut. See you next week!