This time he found nothing! He looked in the kitchen, the toilet, the hallway, the bathroom, everywhere she hid herself from him when she disappeared, or was disappearing. He failed to ransack only his mother’s room, and his own in which he had been lying till evening on the sofa watching television. Sasha had stopped sobbing. Now she was laughing at him, laughing in his face, with pain and anger flaunting her victory, her exultation! But then, as if from someone who invisibly and magisterially jabbed a finger in exactly the right place, where he would never have thought of looking, when he calmed down and got a grip on himself, he was at last successful, and infuriated!
A swing, and the bottle crashed against the wall. It smashed and splintered all over the kitchen, leaving a wet, evil-s
