And she let herself go. What would be, would be…
* * *
The woman was stunned when she arrived home with her son after school. The cleaning lady had disappeared, had left the pantry half–finished, and she had disappeared. She quickly washed her hands, lathering them meticulously. These days, she was always washing her hands and showering, as if, in this way, she would be able to scrub all the filth that had soiled her off her skin. Then, she heated lunch and served her son, then hurried up to the bedroom. She found the door of the closet open. She peered in and saw that Verbovszky wasn’t inside anymore. So, he had kept his promise and left. Thank God.
But how had he left? Not with her husband’s motorcycle! No…!
The stairs seemed to shake as she ran downstairs, and then lower, to the lev
