Prague, Czech RepublicMarch 27
“I would never have expected this of you.”
Helena opened her eyes and, right away, closed them again because she had the feeling that her stomach did fewer back flips when they were closed.
“Actually, I kind of did,” Martin corrected himself, thoughtfully. “In view of your mother, your genetic makeup and all that, it does make sense more or less. Oh well, never mind. You’re still my kitty, even if you did throw up all over the bed.”
With an enormous force of will, Helena opened her eyes again and tried, without success, to remember what on earth her dear husband could be talking about. She asked him.
Martin rather bluntly explained to her that, when he’d come home last night, he’d found her drunk as a Great Dane and, judging by the empty bottles in the k
