Lesya tried to get through to her husband again. There was no dialling tone. She went straight through to his answer phone. I advised her to wait until the evening. Perhaps it would be better to let him steer the situation, even if I thought he was completely crazy and his behaviour hard to forgive. In her position, I’d have fled for good… but everyone is free to love as they see fit.
To keep ourselves occupied, we set to cooking. As a true housewife, Lesya had all kinds of things for making different dishes. The freezer contained prime cuts, sauces, condiments, carbs… It was organised very differently to my own approach to cooking, which involved buying food every two or three days that I’d eat straight away.
After a quick check of her stock, Lesya decided we would stew some minced turk
