We can not control other people.
Sometimes live in peace and in the most appropriate time is not your favorite and native people is a traitor.
You cook dinner, talk with your child, expect it to work.
SMS on the phone: Hello. My name is Sveta. We need to talk.
You think: what more light? While no alarm. Probably a wrong number.
Answer: Hello, I'm Kate. You do not oboznalis?
The answer comes quickly and unexpectedly, after reading out the land from under the feet:
No, I'm your husband's mistress. When it is convenient to phone?
No, it's some sort of bug. He could not do that, he loves me, but never... no... no... no.
Answer: Tomorrow I'll call myself, at 10 am. Conveniently? Answer: Yes.
The husband comes home from work, as usual, to eat, to shower and sleep. Before going to sleep say goodnight and gently running his hand through his hair.
Aware that something was not served, kiss on the cheek good night, I love you.
Night without sleep, do not fit in my head... In the morning, as I promised call.
Hands shaking, voice shaking.
Hello. Hello. Introduction to each other, exchanging pleasantries. Bred.
And dumped a bucket of information on you.
And you know what those meetings are not planned trip, weekend fishing and urgent matters.
How could you? For what? Why? What to do? What to do? What will happen? So many questions and no one answer.
You put the tube slides along the wall.
No tears, emptiness. It's time to go cook dinner.
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