The Girl Who Never Showed

Last day of school before break, and eight hours of hard slog to earn it—the only genuinely funny moment being the wait during French class. Prague is coming up and I’m already convinced it’ll be something. If the people from school are already this fun in a classroom, a whole trip together should be properly good. At least that’s the theory.

Afterward I spent the afternoon at the station with Mille, killing time while he waited for some girl from Fürstenfeldbruck he’d met online. She never showed. So he just disappeared off with a work colleague instead, the sly bastard. I spent the evening with Ana and talked her into writing a weekly column for this journal—signed her up under what I’d call a slightly greasy contract. Look forward to that. Later we ended up at the September bar. Everyone was out. Ran into Sarah with two friends and the kid Straubi, and those three talked complete nonsense the whole night—the kind where you’re not sure whether to be appalled or jealous of what they get up to when no one’s watching. Things with Becca are bad right now. More on that another time, maybe.