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didn’t understand the exclamation mark and was pondering it as he replied.
Saturday is fine for the inspection.
I don’t need to see the painting—whatever you think.
As for Roman’s room...
Demyan hesitated, just sat there for a very long moment and then resumed writing.
...I am not offended at your suggestion. However, my mother said that if you touched the room before the other reached their destination, planes would fall from the sky, the earth would crack open and disaster would be wreaked so it is probably better to leave it as is.
Demyan.
Instead of the casino he headed for bed and lay there for a very long time, remembering the confusion of his childhood and the terrifying rituals his mother kept changing while insisting that they were adhered to. There could be no empty bottles on the table, no half-filled glasses were allowed either...
Just an endless circle of rituals, and for what? It had changed nothing anyway.
His mother had ended up in hell.
He got up and sent a further email, now, before he changed his mind. It was ridiculous to be selling his home and not tidying the bedroom.
Alina, do whatever you think best with Roman’s bedroom.
Then he lay on the bed and thought about her and wondered if she’d think it strange to get two conflicting emails.
Tough, Demyan thought, heading back to the computer, she was going to get three.
Just don’t tell me if you do.
PS Why didn’t you like high school?
CHAPTER SIX
‘T HERE WERE GOOD times, Demyan.’
Just back from the dentist, Demyan hadn’t even taken his jacket off and he closed his eyes to Nadia’s voice and then opened them to Alina, who was pretending to concentrate on something—though it didn’t matter anyway as they were speaking in Russian. ‘I can’t remember any,’ Demyan said.
He glanced at his computer and read the email Alina had sent him.
Okay, I will sort out the paintings and a few cushions and things.
Alina
PS I was always hungry.
It was sweet, unlike the buzzing of Nadia in his ear, and the dentist’s anaesthetic was starting to wear off.
‘Demyan,’ Nadia persisted
‘What the hell do you want?’
‘Our family together.’
‘Given what you told me, I don’t know if I have one.’
‘Demyan, please, I just said that in an argument.’
‘No, because I don’t argue with you, Nadia. And the reason I don’t argue is because I don’t care about you enough to enter a debate.’
‘Please, just think about it. I’m not asking for for ever. I just want us together...’
His head hurt from speaking in Russian, when it used to be the other way round.
As he terminated the call, Alina blinked.
She’d learnt a couple of Russian swear words working with Demyan. He glanced over at her pink cheeks.
This time it didn’t sit right with him that she had heard that. There was a part of him that wanted to explain, except, he reminded himself, he chose not to explain himself to anyone.
Yet when Alina got up and headed to the butler’s kitchen he could still feel her displeasure so he sent her a text.
You shouldn’t have had to hear that.
He headed to his room, closed the door and lay on the bed and waited for her text.
Perhaps you’re saying sorry to the wrong person?
No, Demyan texted back.
I am not sorry for what I said. The first text was correct.
He closed his eyes, again waiting for her response, planning his.
Getting hard.
God, but he loved the chase. He picked up his phone; she still hadn’t answered him.
Alina was, in fact, speaking with Marianna. Now the world knew Demyan was in Sydney the invitations were coming in thick and fast and Marianna and Alina were going through them.
‘Demyan still hasn’t given a response to the new casino for their opening night. They really want him, especially now that they know he’s here. Just prompt him.’
‘I will,’ Alina said.
They actually worked quite well together. Marianna had taken one look at Alina on a video call and
Saturday is fine for the inspection.
I don’t need to see the painting—whatever you think.
As for Roman’s room...
Demyan hesitated, just sat there for a very long moment and then resumed writing.
...I am not offended at your suggestion. However, my mother said that if you touched the room before the other reached their destination, planes would fall from the sky, the earth would crack open and disaster would be wreaked so it is probably better to leave it as is.
Demyan.
Instead of the casino he headed for bed and lay there for a very long time, remembering the confusion of his childhood and the terrifying rituals his mother kept changing while insisting that they were adhered to. There could be no empty bottles on the table, no half-filled glasses were allowed either...
Just an endless circle of rituals, and for what? It had changed nothing anyway.
His mother had ended up in hell.
He got up and sent a further email, now, before he changed his mind. It was ridiculous to be selling his home and not tidying the bedroom.
Alina, do whatever you think best with Roman’s bedroom.
Then he lay on the bed and thought about her and wondered if she’d think it strange to get two conflicting emails.
Tough, Demyan thought, heading back to the computer, she was going to get three.
Just don’t tell me if you do.
PS Why didn’t you like high school?
CHAPTER SIX
‘T HERE WERE GOOD times, Demyan.’
Just back from the dentist, Demyan hadn’t even taken his jacket off and he closed his eyes to Nadia’s voice and then opened them to Alina, who was pretending to concentrate on something—though it didn’t matter anyway as they were speaking in Russian. ‘I can’t remember any,’ Demyan said.
He glanced at his computer and read the email Alina had sent him.
Okay, I will sort out the paintings and a few cushions and things.
Alina
PS I was always hungry.
It was sweet, unlike the buzzing of Nadia in his ear, and the dentist’s anaesthetic was starting to wear off.
‘Demyan,’ Nadia persisted
‘What the hell do you want?’
‘Our family together.’
‘Given what you told me, I don’t know if I have one.’
‘Demyan, please, I just said that in an argument.’
‘No, because I don’t argue with you, Nadia. And the reason I don’t argue is because I don’t care about you enough to enter a debate.’
‘Please, just think about it. I’m not asking for for ever. I just want us together...’
His head hurt from speaking in Russian, when it used to be the other way round.
As he terminated the call, Alina blinked.
She’d learnt a couple of Russian swear words working with Demyan. He glanced over at her pink cheeks.
This time it didn’t sit right with him that she had heard that. There was a part of him that wanted to explain, except, he reminded himself, he chose not to explain himself to anyone.
Yet when Alina got up and headed to the butler’s kitchen he could still feel her displeasure so he sent her a text.
You shouldn’t have had to hear that.
He headed to his room, closed the door and lay on the bed and waited for her text.
Perhaps you’re saying sorry to the wrong person?
No, Demyan texted back.
I am not sorry for what I said. The first text was correct.
He closed his eyes, again waiting for her response, planning his.
Getting hard.
God, but he loved the chase. He picked up his phone; she still hadn’t answered him.
Alina was, in fact, speaking with Marianna. Now the world knew Demyan was in Sydney the invitations were coming in thick and fast and Marianna and Alina were going through them.
‘Demyan still hasn’t given a response to the new casino for their opening night. They really want him, especially now that they know he’s here. Just prompt him.’
‘I will,’ Alina said.
They actually worked quite well together. Marianna had taken one look at Alina on a video call and
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