Chapter thirty-two

to farewell

I didn't want Sandro following me that day, especially on what I was going to do. My apartment was on the second floor. I looked out the window, towards the street below, to make sure that if I fell, I would come out unharmed. It was too risky. There was no escaping through the window. But I knew that Sandro was interested in the neighbor who lived next door to me. So I made up a lie, so he could go there, and I could leave without him seeing me.

— I need a favor – I stretched my neck out, looking at him, who, sitting on the floor in the hall, didn't look me in the eye – I need to go to the bathroom and there's no toilet paper.

—I'm not going out to buy you toilet paper,– he growled.

— I'm not going to ask you to do this – he said – ask the neighbor next door, and say it's for me.

Sandro got up so fast that I even got scared.

— Do you really want me to pass this shame? - he asked.

— There won't be time to go there – I made a face – I'm too tight.

— Do you swear? - he wide