Andriy sighed and nodded. Of course he nodded. After all, he was his brother. The younger Oleg, who had a perpetually messy life, who was always involved in some kind of financial mess.
“Yes, we’re leaving,” I answered into the receiver, trying to speak in a neutral tone. “We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”
“Great! We’ll pick you up too. We’ll be there around two o’clock. Tanyka already misses your Masks, she keeps asking when they’ll meet. And Dima is there too – he’s having a great time at the cottage!”
Dima is their seven-year-old son, a bit mischievous and cheerful. Marika is our ten-year-old daughter, who for some reason found broken toys and torn books in her room after every visit to her cousins.
“Okay, we’ll wait,” I said and hung up the phone.
“Again?” Andriy asked, even though he understood everything.
“Again.”
We listened. The April dusk thickened behind the window, somewhere below a staircase door slammed, a woman walked past us with her dog. The usual Friday evening silence before the weekend – it could have been pleasant if not for this news.
“Olena, she’s my sister…”
“I know,” I interrupted. “I know who he is to you. I also know that the last time we went bowling, you paid the 4,000 bill. For everyone! Because Oleg, I quote, “has no money now, but I’ll give it back.” Did he give it back?
Andriy shrugged regretfully.
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