Basil shook her head.
- No. I want to stop making myself small, so that you can feel big.
He took his coat from the back of the chair.
I’m sorry, Doctor. I wish you good health and many beautiful years. But I’m leaving.
Larisa burst into a sharp laugh.
- And where are you going? At home, of course! Don’t forget that tomorrow you have to fix the back fence!
Basil stopped by the door.
I’m not going home tonight.
- What do you mean?
I’m going to the workshop. And tomorrow we’ll decide how we break up.
That word fell over the table like a stone.
We’re Breaking Up.
Larisa felt her legs were being cut off.
Basil, don’t be ridiculous!
He only came back once.
I was ridiculous when I thought my patience would teach you respect. Now I’m just trying not to make the same mistake.
Then it came out.
