I knew that the statistical probability that anything bad would happen after a dream was minimal and I told her that at the end. She claimed that her intuition is reliable. I let her believe whatever she wished and hang up.
Lina’s phone rang. The errand boy up brought us a bottle of wine and chicken breasts. I wanted to pay, but Lina didn’t want to hear about it. She put on a bathrobe and ran to the reception.
A few minutes later, she returned with the wine and food, put everything on the table, and went to the bathroom. I easily opened the bottle and poured wine in glasses.
“Do you want to eat now or later?” Lina asked.
“Later. I want you to fulfill my wishes now,” I told her.
“Whatever you wish.”
“I want you to sit cross-legged and spit on your feet. On your soles.”
“Okay. Like th
