Anna paced the apartment, a deep worry wrinkle on her forehead. It wasn’t at all like Peter to return home late. He should have arrived hours ago.
“Anna, darling, you’ll wear a hole in the floorboards if you don’t stop,” Mutter said and Anna stopped pacing with a sigh. But only for a moment.
“Where is he?” She circled the sofa in the living room.
“Peter is a grown man. He might have had to work overtime.”
“He’s never worked overtime before. The administration office always closes on time, no matter how long the queues still are.”
“Sit and drink,” her mother demanded and brought her a glass of hot water with a few leaves of lemon balm soaking in it.
“I need something stronger to calm me down,” Anna said with a laugh, but sipped on the infusion.
Several minutes later Peter walked in t
