Karl turned and looked at her. “Where’d you hear rubbish like that?”
“Them guys over there. And they would know. They’s teachers!”
“Well, I’m a teacher, too,” Karl retorted. “And I say that’s a bunch of rubbish!”
Myrna shrugged her shoulders and walked away.
Karl looked up at the face of the statue. The eyes were still staring into his. Why am I defending you? After all it would be great to think you were getting it on with old MichelKarl laughed softly. Did you just smile at me? Karl thought, addressing the statue. Then he admonished himself. Man, you’re losing it!
The crowd began to thin out and left the Tribuna. Karl was reluctant to leave. He turned at the entrance and looked back one last time.
Well, goodbye, David. I wish you were real. I’ve never had a boyfriend or a friend of any kind I could love. I’d love to meet a guy like you.
The eyes still held his. Karl shook his head and left.
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