![]() ![]() Singer came back to the fruit store and waited until Antonapoulos was ready to go home. In the late afternoon the friends would meet again. Then after this good-bye Singer crossed the street and walked on alone to the jewellery store where he worked as a silverware engraver. The thin mute, John Singer, nearly always put his hand on his friend’s arm and looked for a second into his face before leaving him. His job was to make candies and sweets, uncrate the fruits, and to keep the place clean. ![]() The Greek, Spiros Antonapoulos, worked for his cousin, who owned this fruit store. Then when they came to a certain fruit and candy store they paused for a moment on the sidewalk outside. ![]() He was always immaculate and very soberly dressed.Įvery morning the two friends walked silently together until they reached the main street of the town. His eyes had a quick, intelligent expression. His face was round and oily, with half-closed eyelids and lips that curved in a gentle, stupid smile. When it was colder he wore over this a shapeless grey sweater. In the summer he would come out wearing a yellow or green polo shirt stuffed sloppily into his trousers in front and hanging loose behind. The one who always steered the way was an obese and dreamy Greek. Early every morning they would come out from the house where they lived and walk arm in arm down the street to work. In the town there were two mutes, and they were always together. ![]()
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