The Brutal Language Of Love (2001) - Plot & Excerpts
Silently they competed, in an attempt to drink each other under a table they didn’t share. “You won,” he told her later, on his way back from the toilet. He said his name was Carl and apologized immediately for being so fat. She told him it wasn’t that bad, and really it wasn’t. He expressed surprise that an American should have such a taste for the brown stuff, and Shayna said why shouldn’t she, it tasted good.Carl described himself as being no different from any other Irishman in London, working an office job he never would have found in Dublin and wishing he could go home, particularly when the natives got restless and it was Paddy this and Paddy that on the train platforms, at the kiosks, in the queues for sausage and chips. Shayna explained that she was on a work permit through her American university, earning high pay for her excessive typing skills. When Carl asked her how it was that he had gotten so lucky as to meet her, she neglected to tell him that she frequently drank alone, and tonight was no different.As the evening wore on, Shayna noted many fine qualities in Carl: generosity, humor, sportsmanship, the fine accent, the gray eyes.
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