Chapter VI
QuartetLife carried on as usual, the same games, the same faces. Victor Ioanid’s escape the previous spring had not changed anything after all. Adriana, Cecilia, Gelu, Victor had not forgotten it: they all understood that something had occurred between them, something that needed to be clarified and brought to its conclusion. But, uncertain how to reach out to each other, they delayed the fated encounter and waited for time to unravel their confusion.
In the meantime, they carried on with their lives as usual − the boys with their familiar passions (books, Buţă’s shadowy affairs, their evening strolls) − the girls engrossed in their minor mysteries. Whenever they tried to recall what it was that bound them together and build on it the foundations of their precarious friendship
