She was laughing ecstatically, the pink ringlets were bouncing off her bare shoulders, and he was looking at her with eyes full of something between fright and a new love beginning. Did you see the pirouette your mom did in mid-air when she fell with the chair that you'd said you'd fix it when you want and not when I tell you to? Your dad, hihi, couldn't decide whether to take his eyes off of my tits or not. Have you gone through my drawer, you duffer? Don't laugh. Did you eat the chocolate on which was written Bucuria? It was meant for your mom's visit. And it wasn't chocolate.
(Translated by Alexandr Cotar / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.