Paulus Kapteyn

P a u l u s   K a p t e y n

W o r k s h o p s   a n d   T r a v e l

gar brings his plate to the wash bin. he talks about his wife. she was 139 pounds. she was going to fade away. they are obsessed with workshops. an suv ran into her at an intersection and broke her arm. she needs surgery to put everything back together. they are terrified of the word no or any negative emotion, even though they constantly talk about genes, cancer, death, overcoming instances of near death. they live to travel and to do workshops. some of them are poor. the group finds a way when it can to fund their travel or workshop. they need to exercise even if it is no more than sitting down and waving an arm. they all have had surgery. a beautiful young chinese woman listens to them. her eyes blink with interest. too much blood went to my head, he said. i love star trek. they talk audibly about the logistics for the workshops nationally and internationally. when you travel it’s nice if they can pick you up at the airport, she said. the beautiful chinese woman stands up when gar stands up. gar always has to make himself useful. he is a consummate bachelor, self-reliant and loved by the group. the group stands up with him. he moves the group in the way that he moves a chair and table. how am i going to carry this home, she said. very carefully, he said. very carefully, she said. she is going to fly on her father’s miles on american airlines. she usually flies on his miles. she doesn’t have as much money as her father. she is very large. she has two chairs to hold her up. the chinese woman has never given herself to a man as old as gar. gar runs his hand up and down her leg. she is sleepy and aroused.

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