She absentmindedly arranged
her hair and tightened the dull apron around her narrow waist. She
pulled her blouse to carve her breasts, and, to adjust her stocking,
she stretched a bronzed and streamlined leg.
Janusz gulped these inadvertent sights, quenching a burgeoning lust.
My mother repeated with irrevocable finality:
"Goodbye, Janusz!"
Awakened and subdued, he headed for the exit.
Then Dinah exclaimed:
"Janusz, wait, I will come with you!"
She hurled the balled apron at us and went and flanked Janusz,
provocatively linking arms with him. Janusz stiffened, eyes tensely
shut, afraid to shatter this dream of Dinah by his side. My mother
fired a glaucous look at her sister, turned her back effusively, and
sank into her chair, deflated. Janusz extended one leg towards the exit
and Dinah somnambulated after him. Thus, torturously, they vanished
into the murky, thunderstruck, outside, leaving the door ajar to the
rain sprays and ozone smell of a gathering storm.
All the adults commenced and ceased to speak at once. My grandfather
snored, his breath deflected by his sprawling chin, fluttering among
the white curls on his denuded chest. My grandma concealed him in a
tattered afghan and sat beside him, fingering a bracelet helplessly.
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