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Pastiche Of
Hemingway’s
Hills Like White
Elephants
‘It’s not that simple, Fi.’ The mother looked at the girl. She was
looking at the moon. ‘I am very happy for you, I really am. It’s just…’
The mother turned her back and stared at the church yearningly.
‘That’s okay. I don’t care if you come or not.’
‘It’s not that easy for me.’
The man returned to collect the cups and saucers. He looked
sideways at the mother, whose coffee was not yet touched.
‘Are you done with that, ma’am?’
‘Yes, take it away.’
‘You won’t get it back.’
‘I know, I know.’
The man glanced at the girl, then took the two sets and walked
away.
‘You know I love you,’ the mother said.
‘I know.’
‘And you know I’d love to come.’
‘I know.’
‘But I’m not too sure if I can come. Do you understand?’
‘Yes.’
‘Are you okay?’
‘Yes, I’m okay.’
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