As the sun sets, Lana opens the curtains again,
hoping that the breeze will blow in from
the harbour. John has just arrived home.
He came in without knocking and I imagine
he must be her husband, because he asks her,
as he does every day, for a glass of scotch with
lots of ice. There will be no fire in the hearth
until winter. John doesn’t realise that Lana is
in love. Lana loves slicing lemons and listening
to that sour sound which is so different from the
sound of her cello.
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