80 Avenue du Parc Bus, Northbound — Montreal, QC
Caucasian female, 20s, with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing a bright green down vest, and carrying a pink LL Bean knapsack embroidered with the initials “KW.”
The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, Michael Chabon (HarperCollins)
Page 177:
I looked at the black windowless flank of the Carnegie Institute, watched people slip down the back stairs to the rear door of the museum cafeteria; they had nice old Slovak ladies in there who wore clear plastic gloves and served spaetzle and ham and other heavy things. I thought about how I used to prefer that cafeteria to the dinosaurs, the diamonds, and even the mummies.
Sunset. Two lawn chairs. The sound of crickets.
Romana: I haven’t had spaetzle in a dog’s age.
Noveline: A dog’s age . . . In dog years? That’s a very long time, indeed.
Romana: You’re so literal; I don’t know how you can stand it.
Noveline: (stiffly) It was a joke.
Romana: Oh, darling. I’m sorry. I’m in a trance of spaetzle of days gone by. The taste of heaven, surely.
Noveline: And do you suppose the Rapture will come with gravy?
Romana: (A pause, considering) Yes.
