"Can't the American girl understand anything I'm saying?" he asked Rózsa as she got out the iodine.
"Nothing", said Rózsa.
"But I've heard her speak Hungarian."
"She imitates like a parrot."
"Parrot," I echoed.
Fábián's eyes widened. He lingered another moment, staring at me, then ran outside.
I don't have much to add from the first time I read this delightful, at once light and dense, coming-of-age (but not) novel. Still strikingly funny.
