Chapter 2 (Part 3) FAMILY MATTERS IN BATHROOM

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I'm slowly brushing my teeth in the bathroom, trying my best not to look in the mirror when Danya practically falls there.

"Man, have some conscience!"

He just brushes me off, turning on a stronger pressure of water, lowers his head, and starts drinking.

"Ew," I frown. "Now you have the entire Mendeleev's periodic table and a couple more elements that have not been discovered by scientists yet. You know, we are not living in Switzerland or somewhere like this to have crystal water in pipes!"

He waves it off again, but not so enthusiastically. His neck is typically red and dirty; a T-shirt, sticking to his body, soaked in sweat and sufferings, and he looks like he was recently released from hard quarry works. Ha! I thought he would not be able to run away from his grandparents and their "let it burn in hell" country house until tomorrow. The guy looks up at me with anguish.

"Can't you take some water from a jug in the kitchen?" I ask in a softer voice, trying to remember if we have any "coal" tablets in our first-aid kit.

"Where... well, it doesn't matter!" my wildebeest falls to the watering hole again, knowing about all the dangers that lurk in the running water.

I roll my eyes, unable to say anything. Oh, the very "where" is coming right now: we hear the click of the door and the quick knock-knock-knock of her heels. She breaks into like an old model terminator.

"Here you are!"

Once again, I stagger from the persistent weakness and almost tear off the curtain with weird looking fish and shells on it. The bathroom immediately became cramped, but apparently no one is going to leave the place.

"I was looking for you everywhere. I almost lost my mind!" she reproached me. "I rushed home immediately, almost ran into some cat! Cat! Who offended you in the club?"

"Who was that blonde? Have you met her before? Is she Arthur's friend?"

"This is one of his boys, huh?" Dasha sings like a black grouse, not hearing my question. "I've already yelled at the one who was sitting next to you, damn, I can't remember his name, and I also yelled at Arthur who is always bringing his apes from the monkey house to decent places..."

"Aaaah... sooo this time we have Arthur," said Danya. "You took Velia, hell knows where, and then one of your men offended her?

"Aaaah... loook who is talking," my friend said mimicking his intonation.

They study each other with a steady gaze. It seems that they are just waiting for me to say: "Box!" and then I should jump into the bathtub to give them more room to maneuver. A little later, Dasha looks away and from the side it may seem that she has lost the battle, on the contrary: she fervently clicks the strap of her bra, her tense features relax into a cute smile addressed to her ex, as if saying "you've already missed the access to my body, boy". Then she turns to me with regret in her eyes:

"I'm sorry that you had to see this. We both know that he can be just unbearable assh..."

"Could you please shut up... honey!"

"Could you please both shut up! I need to know if there was... a girl."

"I can't understand what girl you're talking about! Is she your friend you met at the club?" Dasha pretends not to understand anything. Danya is looking at us with a puzzled expression (as if he's watching tennis!).

"Stop pretending. You perfectly understand who I am talking about."

"Believe me or not, but I don't understand you! The hall and the front of the club were full of blonde women. Forgive me that I didn't stare at them! Well, if dear Danya were with us, then he would..." she stopped abruptly, seeing my miserable face and my intention to leave.

"That's it, I'm leaving too!" Danya is trying to squeeze between me and the wash stand.

"Everybody stay where you are!" my friend blocks the door and shakes her head, her curls sway angrily. "It's a family matter! (Lord, have mercy on our threesome family!) If we are looking for a woman for Velia, it means we are doing it together!"

"Are we going to look for her in the bathroom?" Danya wedges in.

"Oops!" She giggles. "Sorry, that sounded so lesbian, no offense!"

I shudder when she says this.

"Velia, I was scared for you and offended, and scared that I had offended you," she continued.

I cleared my throat like before a public speaking, "A blonde came up to us, spun next to Artur's guys."

"When did it happen?"

"At the very club entrance, and then she squeezed herself at the table between them."

"There was no one like that! I swear to you! Either I got insane, or..." she delicately did not finish.

Now they both look at me expectantly, but I don't know whether to laugh or cry and be ready for psychiatrist's appointment. They look like two caring parents awaiting a terrible confession from their dear child.

"She, the blonde, told me all sorts of nonsense."

"You better tell me, how did you get home faster than I and have already changed clothes?"

"I don't remember how I got here," I almost didn't lie.

"Maybe she was pumped up with some drug in the club?" Danya no longer seems to trust my judgments and refers exclusively to his ex. He looks at me with concern and doubt (probably about my adequacy). "You left her alone for a long time, didn't you? Or didn't you notice how time passed while locking lips with Arthur?"

"What are you talking about?! She fell off the table like Flash, only her heels were seen sparkling. ENOUGH! Let's calm down!" Dasha rubs her head. "Look, you're just tired or nervous. New people. It happens. Then you saw one of your acquaintances in the hall, then Arthur's friend blurted out some kind of crap, and then you did not remember how you got home. You know, I know a girl from the psychology department. Such a smart chick!" Dasha sticks out her thumb. "I'll give you her phone number. You will meet, chat about this and that. She loves having practice for her future career. I, frankly speaking, like to chat with her, bare my soul out. She always gives smart advice."

I felt hurt that she not only thought I was crazy, but also because my best friend was "baring her soul out" to some stranger chick, whom I had never even heard of before.

It happened; I saw the blond and the marble eyed girl. I know it for sure. Thin silvery stains, almost invisible in the dim light of the saving lamp, are on my neck. Exactly where the hideous hands of the ghostly strega were.

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