«Coincidence. You never understand. You chose the incorrect restaurant. Everything is wrong…»
She looked around and pointed.
‘These burgundy curtains are awful.’
The husband expanded his eyes.
«How did I know you pick restaurants by curtains? If you have the identical ones in your bedroom, why is burgundy bad?
She pulled the chair back and sat with her back to the stage, furious.
My God, what a husband! All husbands are normal; mine wrecks holidays.
Room got quiet. A young woman started singing a sorrowful tune instantly. Zhanna threw a crumpled napkin on the table.
«Now what? Will we listen to this singer all night?
Her spouse moaned and rose.
I’m sorry, girls. I’ll drive you home later.
Zhanna exhaled as she watched him depart, confused.
«I must now sit like a statue. No twisting, no dancing…
