murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

"Great food," I said.
"And cheap, too. I've been coming here since school. My old school's
just down the street. They were so strict, we had to sneak out to eat
here. They'd suspend you if they caught you eating out."
Without the sunglasses, Midori's eyes looked somewhat sleepier than
they had the last time. When she was not playing with the narrow
silver bracelet on her left wrist, she would be rubbing at the corners of
her eyes with the tip of her little finger.
"Tired?" I asked.
"Kind of. I'm not getting enough sleep. But I'm OK, don't worry," she
said. "Sorry about the other day. Something important came up and I
just couldn't get out of it. All of a sudden, in the morning. I thought
about calling you at the restaurant, but I couldn't remember the name,
and I didn't know your home number. Did you wait long?"
"No big deal. I've got a lot of time on my hands."
A lot?"
"Way more than I need. I wish I could give you some to help you
sleep."
Midori rested her cheek on her hand and smiled at me. "What a nice
guy you are."
"Not nice. I just have time to kill," I said. "By the way, I called your
house that day and somebody told me you were at the hospital.
Something wrong?"
"You called my house?" she asked with a slight wrinkle forming
between her eyebrows. "How did you get my number?"
"Looked it up in the student affairs office. Anyone can do that."
She nodded once or twice and started playing with the bracelet again.
"I never would have thought of that. I suppose I could have looked up
your number. Anyway, about the hospital, I'll tell you next time. I
don't feel like it now. Sorry."
"That's OK. I didn't mean to pry."
"No, you're not prying. I'm just kind of tired. Like a monkey in the
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