“Kolyа!”—Mark walks up to his son at the school assembly line.
“—How you’ve grown, my boy, how you’ve matured!”
“Hi, Dad,” the boy answers calmly.
“Aren’t you glad to see me?” my ex-husband frowns.
“Glad,” the boy says sullenly, then goes away from his father to his class.
“—What’s wrong with him?”—my ex-husband stares at me.
“You weren’t in our lives for the last seven years,” I shrug.
“The son has gotten used to you being gone,” Mark growls through clenched teeth.
“Daddy!!!”—a little first-grader with long hair and bouncing bows runs happily up to my ex-husband.
“—Daddy!!!”
“Mark… when will the assembly be over?”—a swaggering gentleman takes Krasovsky by the elbow, the one she’s doing it for, whom he left us with a son seven years ago for.