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I finally agreed with the publisher!!!

I think that the collection will be ready for our 33rd anniversary!

Taska will be surprised!)))

Chapter 5

Numerology… Or Number Twenty Three

April 23, 2018.

Monday.

At first I had a dream…

In this dream, the smell of coffee drove me mad!

The smell of coffee and flowers…

I opened my eyes. My God!

On the floor, in a vase, I saw the most delicate cream roses.

Nearby there was a huge polar bear and Igor, pleased:

В«Coffee is in the kitchen, my girl.

Happy Birthday, goldfish!!!В» He kissed me on the forehead as if I was a little girl and stroked my right cheek. It was so nice. I even closed my eyes and answered:

«You're adorable! Really…»

I involuntarily reached out, and he grabbed me, picked me up and carried to the kitchen in his arms…

Stepan and Daniel with their painted cards were waiting for me there! They wrapped their arms around my legs and pressed themselves against me.

Lord, how touching it is!

Today I took a day off.

We decided to postpone the birthday, or rather its celebration, for Saturday.

After all, it's such a date!

33…)))

Hooray!

Or not hooray!..

We will definitely not arrange it at home. Igor and I will go to a restaurant. No! We'll take the boys with us.

We'll dress up like it's a red carpet!

I want this day to be remembered…

Today, at about eleven, my father called.

He was worried as he spoke. He said he was very sorry that he could not be near.

It seemed to me that he was already ready to burst into tears when Taska grabbed the phone and said that dad asked her to come… He didn't feel well lately…

I took a promise from her to tell me about everything she would notice. Maybe I would need to fly to my father myself. Although he promised me that if he was okay, he would definitely come to see his grandchildren and simply get away.

My father did not take vacations for many years, and now he said he was very tired.

Then I even burst into tears.

Daddy, what kind of fools you and mom were!

Igor took the boys to school and went to work, saying he would be late, since he had classes with third-year students and an autopsy…

Again I stumbled upon Taska's book. She gave it to me when she went by to St. Petersburg for a couple of days on her way to Amsterdam and Hanover.

The book was written by some great Australian numerologist.