The son, unconcerned with the chores that have not been dealt with, says he urgently has to leave now. This news comes from behind his closed door, his voice displays great stress. What it is that is so urgent is unspecified, there is no need for the father to know that.
The cat has eaten half of her food, that is the result of her being fed twice, a lack of communication between father and son. The remaining food smells strongly in the corner of the kitchen. The dishwasher is full of washed dishes, since yesterday. Return upstairs, the weather outside has become colder, a cloud leaking rain is passing over the sky now. It has become slightly oppressive.
The open air exhibition in Hörlkam will start this evening. There is a duty to be there, and there is a horror of all the culture vulture art aficionados giving forth their unsolicited opinions in voices nasally raised in pitch. There is no wish to go signing books for work that is now done.
It would be more pleasant to talk to the son, but he has other things to do.
Prepare to go to the shops to buy salt and bread.
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