“Whatcha got against milk?” Nils asked as they cleaned up after their meal. “It’s good for you. We drank lots of it back home.”
“Where’s home?” Sam asked, not sure if he had anything against milk except it didn’t seem to appeal to him.
“England,” Nils replied. “I was born in Sweden, but we came to England when I was a boy.”
Sam waited to see if further information was forthcoming. When Nils offered none, he prodded. “Why did you come here?”
Nils looked up from his task of rinsing the metal plates and cups and stared off into the distance. After a moment, he turned to Sam and looked intently at him. “Well, to be honest, it was an excuse to put off marrying Sally.”
“Oh?”