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Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Sushi Train - Episode 2
The description of the stone bothered Lou as she considered the first
line. "A breathing stone?" she asked Abby.
Abby looked at her like she had been interrupted mid-sentence. "Read," she
said in between a mouthful of the chef's tamago yaki,"the whole thing first."
Lou returned to the page. "The stone is still breathing," she read again.
Abby watched Lou's eyes, expecting to see the skin around them crinkle with the effort of absorbing the poem. Instead, she noticed tears peaking out the corner of her eyes and her cheeks slowly reddening.
"Wasabi will do that," she smiled. "Don't cry. You look like a schoolgirl who doesn't know the answer."
Lou felt the heat crackling up her nostrils like a lit
fuse. "Woohhhh," she gasped. She grabbed the half-finished glass of water
in front of Abby and struggled to swallow it down.
"It's like someone lit a match behind your eyeballs isnt it ?" drawled a
lanky blonde walking by Lou. "Water don't help much. Start worrying if you
see black."
Abby laughed. Lou spluttered.
The blonde sat in the seat next to Lou alongside another man, who could've been his brother.
"That's Owen Wilson," said Abby.
"Who?"
"Owen Wilson. The movie star," explained Abby."Don't you get movies in the country?"
Lou looked unconvinced.
Waving and calling,"hey, excuse me," Owen Wilson walked towards two waiters standing at the bar.
Abby grabbed the poem. She quickly scribbled something on it.
"What are you doing?"
"Let's go and pay," and she took Lou by the arm. She marched her towards the cash register stopping on the way to place the poem, with her mobile number written above the first line, on top of Owen Wilson's placemat.
Following her number she had written,"You lit a match behind my eyeballs."
line. "A breathing stone?" she asked Abby.
Abby looked at her like she had been interrupted mid-sentence. "Read," she
said in between a mouthful of the chef's tamago yaki,"the whole thing first."
Lou returned to the page. "The stone is still breathing," she read again.
Abby watched Lou's eyes, expecting to see the skin around them crinkle with the effort of absorbing the poem. Instead, she noticed tears peaking out the corner of her eyes and her cheeks slowly reddening.
"Wasabi will do that," she smiled. "Don't cry. You look like a schoolgirl who doesn't know the answer."
Lou felt the heat crackling up her nostrils like a lit
fuse. "Woohhhh," she gasped. She grabbed the half-finished glass of water
in front of Abby and struggled to swallow it down.
"It's like someone lit a match behind your eyeballs isnt it ?" drawled a
lanky blonde walking by Lou. "Water don't help much. Start worrying if you
see black."
Abby laughed. Lou spluttered.
The blonde sat in the seat next to Lou alongside another man, who could've been his brother.
"That's Owen Wilson," said Abby.
"Who?"
"Owen Wilson. The movie star," explained Abby."Don't you get movies in the country?"
Lou looked unconvinced.
Waving and calling,"hey, excuse me," Owen Wilson walked towards two waiters standing at the bar.
Abby grabbed the poem. She quickly scribbled something on it.
"What are you doing?"
"Let's go and pay," and she took Lou by the arm. She marched her towards the cash register stopping on the way to place the poem, with her mobile number written above the first line, on top of Owen Wilson's placemat.
Following her number she had written,"You lit a match behind my eyeballs."
