Yesterday Afternoon

She walked in with a black book peguin stickers on the spine.
She was 68 and I was 35.
"I feel like tony buddenbrook."
"You're much too old for that" I said. She had fake teeth badly stained and a bald spot on her head. The room was cubed and dark like a cell the color of her book.
"What book are you reading?"
She stared down at her naked breasts jelly-fish miscolored and blue veins. She seem surprised and worried. "I don't know where I am."
"I'll tell when the man comes in to walk his wheel-barrow again. " I smoked a filtered cigar and dumped the carbon ash into a pipe to offer to the maid. Her back was turned to me this time and her skirt was worn and frayed. She was fat around the middle but the sides were skeleton thin.
"I think I knew this place one time." Then she knelt on the dirt.
"What book are you reading?"
"I don't know how to read."