In any case, you are through with us. Take
your belongings and let us see the last of you if you intend to follow
through with this disgrace."
Dinah trembled, chewing on her upper lip to refrain from crying. "You
would have not spoken like that if daddy were awake" - she spluttered.
"You heard me?" - my grandma sniped at her, coughing and massaging her
chest, fending off an imminent demise - "From tomorrow, find yourself
another place!"
A distant mannish voice trilled opera arias. It approached, bathing the
room and us, and Janusz knocked on the wooden shutters and called:
"Dinah, can I tell you something?"
And again:
"Dinah, can you come out for a moment?"
A tentative knock.
Dinah half-arose, supported by the armrests.
"Dinah?" - Janusz's voice, astounded, invaded by its onetime stutter -
"Do you hear me? Are you there?"
My grandmother fixated Dinah with a tocsin look. Dinah stumbled towards
the door, entranced, her hand extended, her mouth agape but speechless.
She then sealed both her eyes and mouth and, thus, stood frozen,
heaving imperceptibly.
"Dinah" - spurted Janusz - "I love you, I have always loved you, don't
be cruel to me, I just want to tell you one little thing, one minute of
your life, make it one second" - he paused and then - "I respect you
greatly.
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