One of the cans had hit his shin. There was a big gash in his leg, but Eve did not even notice, not even half limping when he was brought outside to wait in the car.
He looked through the glass towards the large letters of the department store. Immense letters were, he had to bend down to see them all. They were sixteen letters and a point. His leg still hurt, but he did not dare to look at. The cars around him were all empty. They were sweating in the midday sun.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
