On this side there was no shade and no trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun.
He kept staring at the hills across the valley, just looking off into the distance as though he were the one getting the abortion, not me. That’s what we were talking about, except that I knew if I said the actual word to him he’d fucking freak his shit, but, like, not tell me so directly.
He writes that the man "drank an Anis at the bar and looked at the people.
They were all waiting reasonably for the train." Notice that word about what he sees.
” To be honest he was more upset about the whole thing than I was.
I’d had plenty of friends get abortions, and I told him as much, to which he replied by mansplaining the procedure to me.
Sitting at the table beside us are a man and a woman who are waiting for the train to arrive, and for the bulk of the story, we eavesdrop on their conversation, just as we might in real life.
And also just as in real life, we cannot enter into their minds; we can only hear what they say and see what they do.
“Doubt and ambiguity” is another them that covered through the whole story, which the American is not careful of how he communicate with Jig, and Jig is only wondering if the American will continue to love and stay with her.
The story begins with a big description paragraph of the landscape: “The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white.