He blamed her. Tom took a sip of his martini, looked up at the ceiling, and thought that in another few months his nerves, his patience, would be able to bear even people like this, if he ever found himself with people like this again.
Tomek bere martiniari zurrutatxo bat egin, sapairantz begiratu, eta beste hilabete gutxi batzuetan bere nerbioak, bere pazientzia, halako jendearekin ere burutzeko gai izango zirela pentsatu zuen, baldin eta inoiz halako jendearekin gertatzen bazen berriro.