And would I please say outright whether I suspected Evka of killing her sister or not.
I gave her an honest answer: no, no, a thousand times no. And that I’d never expressed such thoughts to anyone. Far less Laevskaya.
Evka paused for breath.
“Well, then, of course, Laevskaya made it up. And you can deal with Sunya. He’s an adult. He’s been separate from me for a long time.”
Evka stood up from the sofa, went over to the mirror and combed her hair.
She put on lipstick, turned to look over her shoulder and asked, her voice all innocence:
“Perhaps you really did bury Zusel? I’ve told you the truth, now you tell me. So that we’re quits.”
What kind of people are they?
She had just recounted the unsavoury details of her own life, finding them hard to spit out even. And there she was admi
