The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

“Ok, bye.” I said to him rounding my desk.
He didn’t take the hint and as I stood over him his stench wafted up, it nearly
made me sick. I would have to sit down with Elly and talk about her getting a
job. I knew she wanted to study but I didn’t know if I was going to pay her way,
had I adopted a stray?
It didn’t matter that much. She paid for all the clothes she bought and most of
the time she returned nearly everything and then spent the rest of the day trying
new things on. The shop girls must have gotten used to her after a week because
there wasn’t that many shops. Maybe it was more of a Polish thing, maybe more
of a woman thing, I had never paid attention before.
“You want beer?” He asked.
“It’s only eleven thirty.” I said. It hadn’t stopped me in the past but I didn’t
want to see any more of this leech, let alone drink with the bastard.
“So we go meet Elly.” He mumbled.
He finally rose out of my chair and spread more of his cookie crumbs around
my office and started towards the exit. I could see why he would want to visit
his sister, I had been so excited about seeing my brother. I guess siblings have
some bond and no matter how much times passes, those first few years of life
that you spent together builds something that can’t be torn away by a simple
falling out like friendship or romance can.