Basil put his hand on his shoulder.
That’s what I want.
Almost a month later, Larisa called Vasile and asked him to meet.
This time, he did not scream or command him to come home.
I would like to speak, if you agree.
Basil accepted.
They met one afternoon on a bench in the small park near the church. It was the beginning of autumn, and the yellow leaves gathered in the alleys.
Larisa wore a simple coat and didn’t have the usual makeup. She seemed more tired than she remembered her.
“Thank you for coming,” she said.
Vasile sat at a respectful distance.
I’m listening to you.
Larisa kneaded her hands.
I found your notebook with sketches.
- Which book?
The one in the home workshop. With the table you wanted to do to me. And with the plans of the house.
Basil looked at the trees in front of them.
