The question is: ‘How did you two meet, anyway?’ They look at each other. She says: ‘You tell it. You’re better at that.’ He starts in. ‘Long ago, in a far-distant land …’ ‘That’s not true! It was downtown Utrecht, seven years ago.’ ‘Okay, forget the fairytale.’ He seems a bit disappointed. ‘Utrecht, seven years ago. I’m sitting at this sidewalk café, and a girl comes bicycling down the street. She’s not allowed to be riding a bike there at all, but this is the girl who’s allowed to do anything — the girl to whom policemen show leniency, just this once, and who brings all traffic to a standstill.’ ‘You’re exaggerating, sweetheart. And I was twenty-seven by then. Or twenty-eight.’ ‘She’s riding a mountain bike, bent over a little, with her butt up in the air. I can’t tell it without that detail, the butt that started everything. She rolled past me, down that crowded street, with her blonde hair and that butt …’ ‘All right already.’ ‘You wanted me to tell it, right?’ The other man at the table sits up straight.
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