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Oh, and where is the money, by the way? Auntie Manya didn’t find anything in the flat. Surely Beta hadn’t managed to bank it already? That wasn’t like her – you could hardly call her the prudent type. But she wouldn’t have lost it! I can’t understand it. Or maybe I don’t want to?…
I’m living somewhere inside myself, following my habitual daily routine. On Sundays I go for rehearsal and practise with Vassa’s Vasya. I don’t feel pain any more – how can you feel pain when you consist entirely of it? When your whole being is made up of it, one hundred percent?
One day—more than a month since (I have a new way of marking time now, or rather, non-time)—Vassa asks:
“So, I expect you’ve sorted out what happened there, then?”
“No,” I say.
She gives me a long look and asks:
“You mean you d
