35Lucas
It takes me longer than expected to catch up on everything I’ve neglected over the past several days, and by the time I get home, it’s almost seven-thirty.
The first thing I do upon entering the house is go to the library. To my surprise, Yulia is not there.
“Lucas?” she calls out, and I realize her voice is coming from the kitchen. Frowning, I backtrack and go there.
“What are you doing?” I say when I see her carrying two spoons to the kitchen table. Approaching her in two long strides, I grab the utensils from her hand and clasp her elbow. “You need to be resting.”
“I’m all right,” she protests as I guide her to the table. “Really, Lucas, I’m much better. I got tired of sitting on my butt all day and wanted to set the table for dinner.”
“Tough shit.” I pull out her chair. “
