Deborah looked Mark. Who sat with furrowed eyebrows.She looked at the public. The room was now about half-filled, the people roezemoesden.They had a tendency to get up and leave. Way here, away from the jungle of books and people who read books and people who organized evenings with a writer. What a load of crap this was all! Why had they adopted the invitation? Vanity? Nativity?
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
