birthday?
Can I ask your phone number if you don’t mind?”
“Ciao!
Thank you for the compliments, you are so kind. Yep, the trip was wonderful!
What do I like?
Well, firstly, cooking, especially for someone, but not often. ”
I have so many favorite dishes, as once I’ve worked as a cook’s assistant where gained a wide experience: meat à la française, chicken crispy baked with potato and mushroom sauce, stuffed peppers served with sour cream sauce with fresh parsley and dill, shrimp in a pineapple with home-made mayo, spaghetti under a spicy pineapple sauce with beans – that tastes unexpectedly good you don’t imagine! This page is not enough to enumerate everything… But when I try to bake a pie – that’s a catastrophe! I’m absolutely incapable of…
Travelling penetrating into another mentality – that’s fascinating…
Massage – relaxing and amplifying senses – I love it.
And the most pleasant, no doubt, – making love…
Oops… No! The most important is to eat well!!! How could I forget? That must be the first in my list!!!!
What do you like?
PS 7 905 176 45 36
Birthday – 2nd of March, yours?”
“Ciao, princess:*
So fascinating to know new things about you…
About me.
I also like to cook, ain’t me Italian, eh?
Our country is separated into the provinces and each of them is famed for some dishes. The crowning delicacy here is spaghetti Bolognese. I will surely cook it for you when you arrive!
Travelling and languages – absolutely.
Swimming, massage – of course.
Sex – how can one not love it? Loving it, any time…
PS I was born on the first day of summer”
CHAPTER 11
March 2
Today is Margaret’s birthday and the second, immediately after her mother, sms comes from Luke. Margot leaves a shop: sun caresses her skin with the first spring warmth. The girl stops impatient to read his words. Her face is all smiling, heart’s pounding.
"How amazing is that – just seeing his name on the sms-envelope on the screen, you can
experience a strong wave of joy"– flashed through her mind.
“Princess, happy birthday!!! Hug you tight! Many kisses! Have you decided how to celebrate?”
Margot was not going to celebrate anything, but destiny decided it for her.
Luke’s letter.
“Ciao!
How are you? Is the house intact? Mountains of presents?
Here finally the photos of the interior decoration, sorry for the mess, looks like after a war… Bought an Indian red bedspread for the sofa in the living room, how do you find it? Now taking care of the garden… The workload worse than at the gym… Dug everything around in order to plant some grass, want so much to arrange green spaces here adding some shrubs and flowers. If I don’t complete it now, I’ll have to do it in summer, and when it’s +35 Celsius… Everything starts to take its shape, it’s so great to see the results of my work, the transformation, especially lying on the sofa…
Got three postcards from you, couldn’t believe it, was amazed! You can do it again when you want;)
I could do the same, but I don’t know your address… May be you could give it to me, only if it doesn’t cause you any problems…”
Margot made a cup of coffee and made herself comfortable in front of her boss’s computer, while he was sleeping on the tiny office sofa completely drunk as usual.
– You are loaded again! E! – she frowned smelling the reek of alcohol that was filling the entire office.
– MMyessss! – and he growled again in his sweet snore.
Girl does not want to go back to her empty apartment, because there is nobody waiting for her. And her computer processor’s burnt down. Covering boss’s face with a blanket to diminish the stench, Margot decides to stay and serf the net.
Luke’s house looks very manly, scruffy, but equipped with the latest technology, besides enough spacious and cozy. The bed beckons.
– How nice it would be to jump under the soft blanket. How long I have not experienced a male heat … I know that is fraught with … – the girl is talking to herself.
– Yeah, – assents the boss through his dream.
Margot’s letter:
“I’m so happy you got the postcards!
Love red, I like it in your house!
I had much fun on my birthday. Usually I don’t celebrate, I mean I’ve tried few times but something always went wrong or some dreadful stuff happened… Eventually I nearly stopped noticing the day. That’s not like I am frightened, have already confessed to you, I’m blinded by optimism and don’t remember bad time and yet it would be useful from time to time…
No doubt I was working on this day, I’d rather shoot myself for fervent responsibility and diligence. But people attacked me with congratulations! Even those who I haven’t seen for ages. Actually you were the first from my friends who wrote me the birthday wishes, thank you.
Seven Chinese colleagues from the board of directors sent me a Chinese tree and abundant quantity of alcohol! ;)
Then my students came with a huge lemon cake, made to order for me. Touching… Unfortunately I don’t enjoy sweets, but I like how confectionary look and smell, anyway I always prefer a large piece of pork to them. So the cake was being fed to everyone dropped in on me.
Then I met with the friends from other cities where I used to live, all of them are close so it was quite convenient. This time they arrived unexpectedly without notification, and I’m grateful to them endless! On occasion only a good kick in my ass can move me from the working desk.
After the International Women's Day crept quietly… Seas of flowers and drunk men at every corner…
To sum it up – the hangover was outstanding…”
Luke’s letter.
“Me, I’m stuck to a computer all day long, irritating… Thinking it’s high time to change the job. Thanks to this boredom I’m having a “withdrawal syndrome”. I desperately need to escape somewhere for a week! What do you think about Egypt? Turkey?”
Margot’s
