He was thinking about Denis, the child who had seen him so many times by bowing his head. He remembered how the boy was trying to defend him, and he told him to shut up, not to upset his mother.
That night, Basil understood that the silence bought humbly was never quiet.
The phone started ringing close to midnight.
The name of Larisa appeared on the screen.
He didn’t answer.
After a few minutes, he got a message.
“Come home immediately. You don’t embarrass me in front of the village.”
Another one followed.
“If you don’t come, don’t expect me to open your door.”
Vasile read the messages and put the phone face down.
In the morning, when the light penetrated through the windows of the workshop, he made coffee and called Bucharest.
Denis answered after the third call.
- Dad? Is there anything wrong?
Don’t be scared, boy. I’m fine.
