oldnumberseven

She looked sideways down the bar away from me. I looked down the bar over her head. There were handsome young men and the women they bought drinks for lined up two deep down the bar, and the young men who wished to purchase drinks lined up. Hana swung back to me.
‘Hello Hank,’ she said. ‘I would buy you another.’
‘I’ll buy us both another.’
I signaled the bartender.

There was a place in Amsterdam. There was a place in Amsterdam with a red brick courtyard, and inside a yellow brick house with shuttered windows and one window that was a portal all along the same wall. There was algae on the wall from the canal. There were weather beaten grey shutters on the windows. Inside that little house the plaster walls were white, and the oak furniture spread about.