MR. K. AND THE TISSUE CONSPIRACY
By Gerda Schmidt
Transposed from the German by Adrian West
Original title: HERR K. UND DAS TISSUE-KOMPLOTT
He'd had a serious talk with Roberta yesterday, and it had ended painfully. He craftily hid his subsequent wound, and then called in sick for the rest of the week, claiming to have a nasty cold. It was the first time in 26 years he’d ducked out of work; but then, it was clear from the bluish-black halo surrounding his eye, trailing with extraordinary symmetry from the tear duct over eyelid and down to his nasal septum, that ducking wasn’t his strong point. Even his eyeball itself ached. Incredible, that women could be so brutish.
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