“You have to come over to our friend’s house. Something’s happened,” is all she said on the phone, and followed Dóra into her old room, at a loss for anything else to do while she waited. “Would you mind getting dressed? Please.”
“I can’t. I’m waiting for Péter.”
“Damnit, Dóra, Péter is at work, in the operating room, understand? It’s noon, and he’s in surgery. Because he has a job. At the hospital.”
“Sure, I know that,” her friend answered, and she seemed collected for a moment. She started getting dressed. By the time Szilvi arrived, she looked the same as on any other day. At first glance, Szilvi didn’t really understand why Gabi made her come over in a panic, but after a little while, she too picked up on their friend’s strange behavior.
“She was acting bonkers yesterday morning as
