Eureka Street [antikvár]

OneAll stories are love stories.It was a late Friday night, six months ago, six months since Sarah had left. I was in a bar making talk with a waitress called Mary. She had short hair, a very round ass and the big eyes of a hapless child. I had known her three hours and I was getting the two-year blues already.Chuckie Lurgan had sloped out of there half an hour previously after gracefully running out of cash and twenty minutes' worth of heavy hints from me.In a bar fiill of waitresses, Mary had been one among many but I'd more than noticed her. She had started by not hking me. Maybe a lot of men might have suspected some reluctant attraction - me, I just thought she wanted to kill me and didn't bother to wonder why. She was hard. She bristied and showed me her sharp Uttle spines. I'm sure she understood that this would make me fall in love with her. I'm sure she knew that.Then she had begun the amiable waitress routine, teasing me as she served us our drinks. In the end she just sat across from me in Chuckie's vacant seat whenever she had a quiet moment. This constituted a relationship. There was something in the way