Driving Blind (1997)
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“Remember me? Of course, surely you do!”
His hand extended, the stranger waited.
“Why, yes,” I said. “You’re—”
I stopped and searched around for help. We were in middle-street in Florence, Italy, at high noon. He had been rushing one way, I the other, and almost collided. Now he waited to hear his name off my lips. Panicking, I rummaged my brain which ran on empty.
“You’re—” I said again.
He seized my hand as if fearing I might bolt and run. His face was a sunburst. He knew me! Shouldn’t I retur...n the honor? There’s a good dog, he thought, speak!
“I’m Harry!” he cried.
“Harry …?”
“Stadler!” he barked with a laugh. “Your butcher!”
“Jesus, of course. Harry, you old son of a bitch!” I pumped his hand with relief.
He almost danced with joy. “That son of a bitch, yes! Nine thousand miles from home. No wonder you didn’t know me! Hey, we’ll get killed out here. I’m at the Grand Hotel. The lobby parquetry floor, amazing! Dinner tonight?
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
“Remember me? Of course, surely you do!”
His hand extended, the stranger waited.
“Why, yes,” I said. “You’re—”
I stopped and searched around for help. We were in middle-street in Florence, Italy, at high noon. He had been rushing one way, I the other, and almost collided. Now he waited to hear his name off my lips. Panicking, I rummaged my brain which ran on empty.
“You’re—” I said again.
He seized my hand as if fearing I might bolt and run. His face was a sunburst. He knew me! Shouldn’t I retur...n the honor? There’s a good dog, he thought, speak!
“I’m Harry!” he cried.
“Harry …?”
“Stadler!” he barked with a laugh. “Your butcher!”
“Jesus, of course. Harry, you old son of a bitch!” I pumped his hand with relief.
He almost danced with joy. “That son of a bitch, yes! Nine thousand miles from home. No wonder you didn’t know me! Hey, we’ll get killed out here. I’m at the Grand Hotel. The lobby parquetry floor, amazing! Dinner tonight?
What to read after Driving Blind?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Ray Bradbury to read onlineMoreLess
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