She pulled the chair back and sat with her back to the stage, furious.
My God, what a husband! All husbands are normal; mine wrecks holidays.
Room got quiet. A young woman started singing a sorrowful tune instantly. Zhanna threw a crumpled napkin on the table.
«Now what? Will we listen to this singer all night?
Her spouse moaned and rose.
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I’m sorry, girls. I’ll drive you home later.
Zhanna exhaled as she watched him depart, confused.
«I must now sit like a statue. No twisting, no dancing…
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