“Could I have a piece of pie, maybe?”
The young man, without speaking, broke his piece in half.
“You’re a good young fellow,” the beggar broke into a smile. “Your father was good as well. Did he ever mention Adamas Brazas to you? That’s me…”
The owner of the café appeared suddenly at the counter and saved Felix from the need to answer. He said quietly but distinctly:
“A-da-mas!”
The ragged man disappeared as if carried off by the wind. He took the unfinished piece of pie away with him. Felix unhurriedly finished his breakfast and settled up with Romualdas – he had found some money yesterday in the inside pocket of his mackintosh.
“Come again,” Romualdas said. “There’s never much happening here in the mornings.”
10.
And indeed there wasn’t much happening that morning. He wanted to f
