I want to know everything. When he's thirsty, when he's hungry; if he forgets to kiss me, why does he?; if he skips the foreplay, why is he rushing?; if he's silent, what's he thinking about?; if he leaves the house too often, I need to know where he's headed; so I look for clues in pockets, phones, surveys. But from now on, I quit pretending to be a detective. I'll just be a loving wife. It's seven o'clock. He's not home yet. When he arrives, I won't ask him anything. Just a hug. The door opens. Gigel, where on earth have you been?
(Translated by Mihaela Guţu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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