His wife that night had a meeting with old friends. A group of wives that once in a while had a reunion in some locals in Vilnius, that mostly was consistent with drinking and chatting nonsense. He had tried many times to dissuade her not to go to those meetings, she was unhappy with those women. When she returned home she was every time so disappointed with them... Why did you go, then? He used to ask her every time. I had to. They invited me. I couldn't say, NO. And that's the way it is. No way to change it. So, he decided to have dinner alone. The sole idea of being home alone was without pleasure. And disquieting. On the third floor of Panorama, the mall where he went to work every day (at the Ikea space), there was a Mexican restaurant. He had never been there. Why not? He said. I want to have some takai (tacos). He realized that that place was for solo diners. Only a couple of couples were there. The atmosphere was dominated by hushed and dim lights, inviting as a wait...
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