Ernest Hemingway 4

Hills like white elephants They sat down at the table and the girl looked across at the hills on the dry side of the valley and the man looked at her and at the table. “You’ve got to realize,“ he said, “that I don’t want you to do it if you don’t want to. I’m perfectly willing to go through with it if it means anything to you.“ “Doesn’t it mean anything to you? We could get along.“ “Of course it does. But I don’t want anybody but you. I don’t want any one else. And I know it’s perfectly simple.“ “Yes, you know it’s perfectly simple.“ “It’s all right for you to say that, but I do know it.“ “Would you do something for me now?“ “I’d do anything for you.“ “Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?“ He did not say anything but looked at the bags against the wall of the station. There were labels on them from all the hotels where they had spent nights. “But I don’t want you to,“ he said, “I don’t care anything about it.“ “I’ll scream,“ the girl said. The woman came out through the curtains with two glasses of beer and put them down on the damp felt pads. “The train comes in five minutes,“ she said. “What did she say?“ asked the girl. “That the train is coming in five minutes.“ The girl smiled brightly at the woman, to thank her. “I’d better take the bags over to the other side of the station,“ the man said. She smiled at him. “All right. Then come back and we’ll finish the beer.“ He picked up the two heavy bags and carried them around the station to the other tracks. He looked up the tracks but could not see the train. Coming back, he walked through the barroom, where people waiting for the train were drinking. He drank an Anis at the bar and looked at the people. They were all waiting reasonably for the train. He went out through the bead curtain. She was sitting at the table and smiled at him. “Do you feel better?“ he asked. “I feel fine,“ she said. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I feel fine.“