Chapter VI
I WALKED WITH ANTHONY to the pier next to Central Station, his arm around my shoulders, mine across his waist, laughing and talking about nonsense. We got onto the first boat departing on the canal tour, laying back and enjoying the ride we both knew by heart. We ate at a restaurant right next to where the boats started and ended their tours, one I knew would take forever to get menus and two eternities to get your food. But I remembered having a particularly tasty dinner there with my friends from Alkmaar one time. By the time we finally ate, I was half-starved and no longer convinced the food was worth the excruciating wait.
When it was time for the movie part of our evening, Anthony took me to a beautiful old theater housed by an Art Deco building close to Rembrandtplein. I
