The son loves to go to the café, the one in the new market. Just to have a cup of milky coffee and a cake. His father pays for the luxury, for he has pleasure in sitting there with his son. It is always in the morning. He is on his holidays, so that he is sleeping longer these days.
In the flat, make the first cup of the day, standing at the small machine in the meanwhile filthy kitchen. It needs to be cleaned again.
The son walks in, still half asleep, just in the process of awakening.
A morning embrace, a hug.
The request to go to the café
Well, why not?
The day is dark and cloudy and pleasantly cool.
The big young woman in the cafe, deals patiently with the son's slow decision making. In the end, he takes what he always takes.
See above.
Outside, it starts to rain, the sky has gone really dark.
The lights in the café are on.
It is warm, outside, and when the shower is over, leave for the shops.
The air is still all damp and steamy, and in the basement of the shopping centre the air conditioning in the food store is a cool shock.
Meet the neighbours there, they are often here in the morning. They go shopping whilst their daughters are at home sleeping. And they are unsure whether or not they want to be friendly.
Well
wish them a good day anyway
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