- She’s practically your goddaughter, Denis!
The horror I’m in can’t be described in words.
- “Practically” doesn’t count, Nadya, - her husband shrugs.
- You’re already old—you said so yourself. And I’m only twenty. And I can still give birth, even to ten.
That very “practically goddaughter”—the daughter of a family friend—who grew up in front of our eyes. Now she puts one hand on my husband’s shoulder and the other on her flat belly.
- And our first child will be born in five months, - she continues as if nothing happened.
Only now do I notice that Veronica has gained a little weight. Did they bring this child from that long business trip Denis left for half a year ago?
And isn’t Veronica’s father aware of it?