On the kitchen table there were two slices of bread, bowl of soup and a spoon. “What kind of accident it was, Galia?” She sighed deeply, half-closing her eyes and said:
“I have a moped, maybe you have seen it. XXX I immediately grabbed the mug and carried it to her lips. Proud of myself, I smiled broadly. “Since we are going to drink more beer, aren’t we?” “Maybe I should leave you to rest.” “No, no! When does it happen?”
“Three days ago. I picked the strands and threw them into the bin. Here. She tried to brush it away with her plastered wrist but without success – she just could not reach it. Everything will be fine, and very soon too,” she said and burst into tears.
