A head above, a dozen years younger, a half-life more cheerful, a hundred envious looks more beautiful, next to the grieving woman was having fun the other one – who was not confused by anything in this room without walls. Her blonde hair was gathered tidily in a high hairdo, from her ears hung long earrings of white gold, almost reaching her sharp tanned shoulders. The red dress with thin straps was her second skin – light, transparent and silky. White teeth even for a moment did not hide behind plump lips, generously painted in red. She held her hands on the table, demonstrating her slender wrists, wide rings, and maidenly lightness, though she was far beyond thirty in appearance. From time to time she adjusted her impeccable styling, straightened the occasional crease on her long earrin
