Chapter Three
It was Autumn 2019, at the start of the second year of university. The girls were living together in a rented house.
“What do you think Lusti? The Four Cheese or the Mexican Chilli Pizza to go with the Margherita we’ve got in the freezer?”
“Let’s get both. We can freeze the one we don’t eat.”
“Right. And the others will like them both, I’m sure,” said Zofia, whilst looking at her mobile screen. “Hey, it’s half-ten. We need to get a move on to be back for Richard coming at eleven.”
They paid and set off to walk back to their shared student house. On the way back Lusti laughed quietly.
“Come on. Out with it. You know Polish girls like a good joke.”
“It’s about Richard. Your wrong Zofia. He comes at twelve, not eleven.”
“What do you mean Lusti? Our lesson is at eleven, n
