She kissed her husband and started washing the dishes like she did every day. In the meantime, she took another look at the teleshopping to see what the rich are getting. She swept and washed the living room, the bathroom, and then followed the little room in the back - the one with the closet. She hurriedly washed the floor and then pulled out the closet so she could wash the door frame. Quickly, because it was almost 5 and she didn't want her husband to catch her there. That strange whimper was heard behind the door again. If it was whining. She did not know. It's not a wife's job to ask questions.
(Translated by Elena Creţu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
*Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.