17.
For a moment, everything was like it had been. It seemed like those eighteen years had never taken place since they last sat here, all together. Dóra stood on the terrace and stared out at the garden, at the dense, lush reeds at the end of the property and the narrow little walkway by which they could enter the lake directly. The girls were all here too, just like old times, when they spent most of summer vacation at her parents’ house at Aliga. There was Szilvi, bobbing around on the air mattress in the water somewhere, just like she always did as a teenager, when she’d spend hours out on the water just like this, clutching a buoy, composing a novel or a short story in her head… perhaps she was thinking about how to continue her real novel now.
And there was Gabi, in the garden unde
