Or maybe this is none of my business and I shouldn’t give a s**t. What do Icare about these people or their lives? I’m a pawn in it. They don’t careabout me as an individual. I won’t do them the kindness of wasting mythoughts on them.
So instead of getting distracted by stuff that doesn’t concern me, I decide totake Aleksandr’s advice and just go and ask Dmitri about the concert. Idon’t have high hopes, but perhaps we can come to some sort ofcompromise if I ask nicely.
And perhaps pigs will fly past the window.
I cringe at the mere thought of asking permission. I’m a grown-ass woman,for God’s sake. I shouldn’t have to go ask Dad if I can stay out past curfew.
Still, I feel a vague sense of nervousness when I knock on his office door.“E
