“And this?” she asks. “And this what?” he says. His wife nods at the sweater. “I bought it the other day. I saw it in a shop window near the office. I needed a lightweight jacket,” he offers, by way of justification. “A little zip-up,” she says. “Isn’t it what the English call a ‘cardigan’?” Pablo asks. “I don’t know – it doesn’t matter,” Laura replies. “But you don’t need to go buying the first one you see. You could have told me and I would have looked for one for you.” “You don’t like it.” “No – yes – it’s not ugly,” she says. “I just don’t know if it’s your style.” “Why not?” Pablo probes. “Other things suit you better,” Laura says. “What suits me better?” “It’s fine – ignore me. What counts is that you like it,” his wife says and adds, as though drawing a line under this exchange, “I’m going to the supermarket now, so remember that if you finish early we can go to the cinema.” But Pablo insists: “Why do you say it isn’t my style?”
