We stopped at the services because Klara needed the toilet and Renata needed a cigarette she pretended she didn't smoke. I stayed in the car. The car park was half empty and a man was teaching a small girl to walk between two cars, holding both her hands above her head so she dangled and laughed. I watched them for a long time. When Renata came back she smelled of smoke and mint and she got in and didn't start the engine. She just sat there with her hands at ten and two on a parked car. Do you think he was happy, she said. I didn't answer fast enough and she said never mind, forget it, and turned the key.
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