– Naomi, hi. You haven’t called me for a long time. And now you’re not picking up the phone. How are you? How are you? I don’t feel well. My blood pressure is constantly jumping, and my son keeps bringing it up. I think I have to go to the hospital. Roy says he’s not going to finish school. And he has half a year left to study, you see – he needs to find himself. It’s a pity that he grew up without a father, he fought off the hands. He does whatever he wants. He doesn’t understand that he’s ruining his life. Okay, you call me. And come to the village, we’ll go to mum’s funeral.
Three months passed, and Veronica remembered her cousin Naomi again. The woman did not understand why her relative did not pick up the phone. After all, they used to call and talk for hours. Naomi was complaining about her husband and her daughter-in-law, and Veronica was telling about her sores. They needed to gossip and feel sorry for each other.
– Naomi, maybe you changed your phone number and didn’t tell me? Okay, I’m waiting for your call. And I’m still here. It’s crazy. My son said he was going to get married to some girl. The girl turned out to be a woman with two kids. You should have heard how hysterical I was. Roy left home, said he was going to live with her and adopt her kids. Can you imagine? I can’t understand why he is so stupid. I try to talk to him every day, call him to come home. But he only talks about his beloved. Khabalka seduced my son, but I will report her. Okay, Naomi, I’m going to feed the chickens. I’m waiting for your call.
A few more months passed. Veronica called her sister again, but she didn’t pick up again.
– I was beginning to worry. You’ve never disappeared like this before. My Roy married this woman and came to live with me. He says my apartment will be his anyway. They brought two spinal gnawers who call me grandma. Tell them what kind of grandmother I am. This lady leaves at night, and my fool sits with her children. I try to hint that a girl of easy virtue will work at night, and he takes offense at me. I don’t know what will happen.
A week later Veronica called Naomi again, but the woman’s granddaughter answered the phone.
– How is she gone? Why didn’t anyone tell me? I’m family. Well, where is she buried? Can I come and visit you? Fine, I’ll come by train on Monday.
Veronica hung up the phone and cried, now she had no one left but her stupid son.
