She hadn’t even let him finish — she had agreed to move out of three rooms into one as if it was something that didn’t really matter to her, as if she were simply giving away some medicine that she hadn’t needed for a long time anyway.
On the other side of the street the Rector walked into the entrance and pressed the lift button: the doors clanged open to reveal his elder son, who was far from delighted by this unexpected meeting with his father and stepped aside to let him pass.
“What brings you here?” the father asked.
“I’m looking for my wife.”
“Is that the only reason you dropped into your parents’ home?”
“What do you want me to reply to that?” the son asked.
“Just tell the truth.”
“In that case — yes.”
“Well, no one could accuse you of being insincere.”
“And what could they
