Vladimir Nabokov. Un cuento de hadas
"Tell me what street is this? I'm lost."
"Hoffmann Street," said the dummy dryly.
And then a familiar, husky, soft voice spoke out of the depths of the car.
"Hello. It's me."
Erwin leaned a hand on the car door and limply responded.
"I am bored to death," said the voice, "I'm waiting here for my boyfriend. He is bringing the poison. He and I are dying at dawn. How are you?"
"Even number," said Erwin,