“Yes, the weekend of December 31. You are accompanying me to dinner at my parents’ country house at Peredelkino on Saturday evening. I’ll fly you home on Sunday after breakfast.”
What I just said is so insane that I hope that Lauryn will tell me that she’s already taken and thus put an end to my ridiculous plan.
Between yesterday and this morning, I managed to convince myself that it was a good idea to take Lauryn with me to Peredelkino to see my parents before they flew back to Washington. How I got here remains a mystery since I had made up my mind not to see her anymore. A mixture of doubt, hope, desire, and self-loathing haunted my sleepless night, and at dawn two arguments prevailed.
First of all, seeing me with a girlfriend would brighten up my mother’s festive season. In a few we
