Chapter II
“But Can’t You See the Acacias Have Flowered?’The event passed without any further sentimental complications. Adriana’s mother regarded her daughter’s crisis with a mixture of concern and indifference, as twenty years earlier she had experienced her own confusion and secrets: she knew they would soon pass.
If it weren’t for a peculiar sense of embarrassment, she would have told her daughter that this agony was normal, that her fears would soon vanish, that all this pointless despair would soon be forgotten − and that one day she too would leave the family home on the arm of another Mr. Iuliu Dunea and that she would laugh at her own foolishness, if she could even remember it. Instead, she preferred to let things pass to avoid any difficult explanations. Adriana’s physical deve
