CHAPTER 4.1

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 It's time to start apologizing. Again and once again. What do I have with her? It's better to appease Nasturcja than to wait for revenge. I get up and make the most delicious sandwiches I can afford. I decorate as best I can. I pour the caramel coffee into her favorite mug shaped like a lynx head. I give the bar, miraculously, not yet eaten. I look at the tray scoldingly. It's time to move. Better to get it over with.

I place my breakfast next to my sister, who looks at it hungrily for a few seconds. Then he remembers my existence. And he already has resentment and anger on his face. This is going to be a failure. I bite my lip.

- Róża! Don't even think that I will forgive you so easily, forget it. -I'm taking the tray back.-Hey, come on.-I'm putting it back.

- You sound like a mom.

- Don't change the subject. You didn't squeak a word through the whole series of squats.

- You were amazing yesterday. I felt sorry to spoil your training.

- Oh, I'll definitely believe you. At least now I understand why the guy was so happy. You were making fun of me behind my back.

- You're already making up conspiracy theories. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But we didn't have anything to change into or a sweatshirt to cover you up anyway. And if I had, you would have had a lousy entire workout. Along with the ride home.

- You don't know the day or the hour. When will my revenge come?

She looks at me reluctantly, adjusts himself to a sitting position and slowly consumes the food. I grab caramel coffee from the cupboard and go to the kitchen. Where I meet my mother with a cup of aromatic coffee. She looks dissatisfied at my hand. However, he does not comment on this.

- Where's dad?

- He's waiting for you behind the house. - Mom replies mysteriously.

- And we could take some time off from gardening today.

- Yes. He has a surprise for you and your sister. - That's interesting.

- "What?" I ask with a hint of fear in my voice.

- A deterrent to bachelors interested in you.

- Could you be clearer, Mummy?

My sister actually materializes next to me with a tray which she places on the table. He looks at his mother uncertainly. Dad has a very strict approach to boys. And after what happened to me, he was more convinced that he was right to take care of us. Although our mum works hard on him so that he doesn't lock us out of our rooms.

- Your father didn't sleep half the night thinking about how I can help you get rid of the intruder from the gym. Early in the morning, enlightened, he went to the store. And then he disappeared behind the house and told him to call you when you got up. Whatever it is, you're unlikely to escape it.

- And what if we don't want to get rid of the intruder from the gym? - My sister asks hopefully.

- Skip this snag when you're with dad today. I want to sleep tonight.

- All right.

- One more thing before I forget, advertise me on the Internet as a nail stylist. And update your father's details.

- After dad's surprise, we'll do it.

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