Sven, Winde and Barbara came to lunch. We were engaged in our usual conversations over dahl and basmati rice when Sven looked up at my fry pan hanging from a beam. “There’s a woman face in it.”
Closer observation showed he was indeed right.
“We’ll say it’s the Virgin Mary and I’ll sell it on Ebay,” I said.
“No, no, charge a 10 Euro admission,” Winde suggested. “She is about to start her own business and thought an ongoing source of income might be better than a one-time payment.
We even decided that she should touch it and claim her sore back was healed. She said she could pretend to be a stranger, which in a village this small is hard to do.
By the time I dished out the strawberry dessert, I decided to just keep the fry pan where it was. I can always contact Ebay if things get rough.
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