Ferdy always wore a mask.
Counting banknotes, he looked
at the Queen's face and said,
in a sad, dry voice:
'I wish they gave her different expressions.
You know, like her eyelids could be at various heights,
in some she could be smiling,
pouting, blowing
a kiss. Then,' he brandished
a wad of tens like a bookie,
'when bank tellers counted them,
they would be like a flickbook,
her majesty winking, and so on.'
I blew on my coffee.
Outside, snow was pollinating everything.
'We should go to France,'
I said.
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