One blink. Two blinks. One eye always blinks when Anita says the truth. The other one when she is too drunk to remember the truth. Ruth wondered if she could make a song out of this. She probably could.

“Good,” was Ruth’s response. She had had the idea in mind for a while but didn’t want to go too much out of her way. She had just arrived in town, after all. But stealing from a thief sounded reasonable.

Ruth straightened her back. “Tja,” was her response and she took the bike in her hands, concluding that *is this bike yours* was going to be her new pickup line.