Griechischer Wein, chapter 14 Tickets
Chapter 14 Tickets
Dad had convinced me to go shopping with him. I found it weird at first but I thought he wanted to spend some time with me.
“Wow, dad, are you alright?”
“Of course! Are you just asking this because I actually let you drive now?”
I rolled my eyes. “No. It’s just that…you don’t usually go out shopping.”
My dad pretended to be hurt. “I only want to spend some quality time with my daughter!”
“You’re unpredictable, dad. Do you know that?”
“Anything for you Becca.”
I shook my head and drove off. “So, where to go?”
“To the mall, perhaps?”
“The mall? You mean the pub?” I took his silence as a yes.
Dad laughed and put on the radio. “What’s this?”
I focused on the road and frowned my forehead. “Sounds like…Cher?”
“Ugh, not her.” He changed the channel and my heart skipped a beat when I heard a familiar song playing.
It reminded me of him.
“What’s this?”
I swallowed quietly. “Udo Jürgen’s Griechischer Wein” I answered.
“Oh right, German-”
“He’s actually Austrian, dad.”
“What? Australian? Why is he singing in German then?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Austrian, he’s from Austria. You know, the same country as Mozart.”
“Really?”
Dad… We kept on driving until I parked the car outside dad’s second favourite place in the world (home was number one. It had to be, otherwise mum would throw him out).
“Here we are.”
“C'mon, the lads want to see you Becca!”
It didn’t take much time before dad’s friends literally threw questions at me. It wasn’t that I didn’t like them, they really were friendly but sometimes it could get a little bit too intense.
“Look at you! So grown up and everything! You’re a woman now!”
“That’s my girl!” Dad clapped my shoulder and I gave them a shy smile.
“Ehm, thanks…I guess.”
“How’s your sister?”
“She’s doing great. Busy keeping up with her work.” I sipped on my pint of dark, Czech beer. Mmmm, this was actually pretty good.
Dad and his…pack or what I should call them, kept on talking about this and that.
I let it go through my right ear and out my left one.
“Yeah, and I can’t really understand why my miss are doing that!”
“Who knows? Women! No harm meant to you, sweetheart.”
“No harm done” I murmured.
“Hey, Becca.”
My thoughts were interrupted by George, one of dad’s closest friends. “Yeah?”
“You like soccer, don’t you?”
“Yepp.” I continued to sip on my beer.
“Are you going to watch the game on Saturday then?”
I frowned my forehead. “Game? What game?”
“Well, you can speak German, can’t you?”
Where was he going? “Yes. Why are you asking?”’
“I thought you knew!”
I was beginning to get irritated now. “Know what?”
“That New York Red Bulls are playing against that German football club- what are they called now again…bünchen?”
“No, you mean Cologne” another one said.
Please, don’t let it be Bayern München…don’t let it be them.
“Bayern München! Yes, so they were called! Bayern München!”
I felt how my face were drained of colours and blood. “Really? Well…”
Come up with something, fast! “I haven’t got tickets! Yes, I haven’t!”
They looked at each other and then at dad.
“Well, Becca…you see that-” Dad picked up something from his pocket.
No, no, no.
“-we have!” He laid the tickets on the table and my stomach turned itself around in 360 degrees.
No…“Wow…thanks…really…thank you…” Shit, how was I able to get out of this? I didn’t want to see Mario again.
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