Mr. Gallagher
AP Literature
The hills across the valley of Ebro were round and white. It stood solitary and went for miles
and miles, far past the human eye. On one side of the hills was an old station, old and rusty.
Without trees, without shade, the station was placed in the middle of two rails. Close against the
side of the station was the dark shadow of the building and a curtain, made of strings of bamboo
beads hung across the open door into the bar, to keep out flies. The liveliness within the bar
crowded with people and the recently built polished wood made the station looked older than its
actual age. The two building together resembled an unfit couple. The aged station robbed the bar
It was extremely hot under the burning sun. It was a forty minute wait for the next train from
Under the little shade that the station provided, sat an American gentleman and his young
companion. The American man sat in an upright position, back firmly against his chair and feet
planted on the ground. An earthquake could not have moved him. The American’s blue eyes and
rigged jawbone presented an aura of strength and self-confidence when he spoke to his
companion.
She, on the other hand, whose feet barely reached the ground and kicking in the air, spoke
with uncertainty as if she lacked the experience her older companion had.
“What should we drink?” the girl asked while staring at the American. She had taken off her
hat and put it on the table, revealing her rosy cheeks which seem to glow in the darkening shade.
“It’s pretty hot,” the man commented with a craving for a glass of ice cold beer.
“Let’s drink beer!” shouted the girl like a little girl screaming for attention.
“Dos cervezas,” the man ordered into the curtain seconds without a single glance at the girl
A woman came out carrying two big glasses of beer and two felt pads. She put the felt pads
and the beer glass on the table but resisted to leave. Her hands lingered playfully along the man’s
side as he gave her a wink and smile. Ignoring the scene, the girl’s attention was caught by the
bleach white hills surrounded by ugly brown, dry and barren country side.
“They look like white elephants,” the girl remarked, thinking it was the most special thing
“I’ve never seen one,” the man replied nonchalantly, almost as if he did not care. He was
The girl turned her head towards the American. At the same time, her awe towards the
The man drank the last of his beer, and placed his glass back at the table. Looking back at the
girl with a mischievous smile, he leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms and replied, “I might
have. Just because you say I wouldn’t have doesn’t prove anything.” His eyes looked down upon
“Anis del Toro,” the man said with a grin as if he had the answers to everything. “It’s a
drink.”
The man called, “Listen” through the curtain and ordered two Anid del Toro.
Asked if she had wanted water with the drink, the girl was confused. She did not know
whether she had wanted it with water or not. Was it better with water? Would she like it? She had
“It tastes like liquorice,” the girl said and put the glass down.
“Yes,’ said the girl. “Everything tastes of liquorice. Especially all the things you’ve waited so
long for, like absinthe.’ She said the last part softly as if there was a sense of longing and regret in
her voice.
“Oh cut it out,” the American said with an annoyed tone, wanting to avoid this conversation.
“Alright, I was trying to have a fine time like you wanted. I said the mountains looked like
“They’re lovely hills,’ she said. They don’t really look like white elephants. I just meant the
without taking the initiative to ask the girl whether she wanted one or not.
“They just let the air in and then it’s all perfectly natural. I know a lot of people who have
done it.”
Throughout the time the man spoke, the girl barely moved. She moved her lips, wanting to
speak but hesitated and couldn’t. Finally she put out her hand and took hold of two of the strings
of beads as if she was holding on for support, not ready to let go.
“I know we will. It’s the only thing that’s made us unhappy. We can have everything.”
“We can have the whole world, the American said through his imaginative and convincing