— And not only in this sense. — Glenda supported the game and patted the sheet with her palm.
Chapter 3
It was a rainy evening in Copenhagen. Cold sea air blew in from the north. The gray street was filled with bright light from windows and shop windows, from city lighting and telephones, which were buried in passers-by who met along the way.
The taxi brought them there quickly; even in the rain there are no traffic jams in Denmark. The car market is expensive here, so bikes get residents where they need to go while also helping them stay fit and healthy.
— Your things, miss. — the taxi driver unloaded his luggage near the porch.
— Thank you Thomas. — Jornas paid and brought the suitcases into the house.
The hand reached for the switch. Click, second, no reaction.
— So. There is no light in the hallway. — the young man concluded displeasedly.
She liked that he behaved so like a boss. “Well, handsome, smart, kind and cheerful, he would be a wonderful husband. But I’m not a match for him at all, I’m eccentric, caustic, it’s unlikely that anyone will change me.”
He went into the kitchen, and then into the living room and into the toilet combined with a bathroom; there was no light there either.
— Maybe there is one on the second floor? — Glenda, as if spellbound, looked at her lover in a brown fitted raincoat. He quickly ran up the stairs, and a second later obscene language was heard and this made her laugh quite a bit.
— Looks like it's time to look for candles in the house, because in the dark I won't get into the electrical unit. We spend the night in a romantic setting.
— With pleasure, my hero. — Glenda said admiringly, but with some mockery. She, like a stand-up actress, constantly teased him, but now he was angry at her barbs.
— Do you want me to go check the connection?
— No, what are you talking about, suddenly you get an electric shock. — Glenda continued to laugh.
— Okay, I'll go, but if anything happens, it will be on your conscience.
— Good good. I will take upon myself all the sin of the world. — now even she didn’t expect this from herself. “I think it’s a big overkill. It's probably a withdrawal syndrome. Still, drinking for three days is not a test for the faint of heart.” Laughed at myself again. And at this time Jornas went to the shield.
After rummaging through the switching elements, Jornas pressed something, and light illuminated the apartment on both floors.
— Oh, my hero. Forgive me, stupid woman, for joking with you. You have proven that you are brave, and now I am sure I have nothing to fear. — Glenda kissed her boyfriend’s pouty lips, and he broke into a satisfied smile.
Now the house looked like a charming family nest, Glenda even imagined children running around. But then a picture from her bedroom in London appeared before her eyes. Will she ever be able to trust a man again? Will she ever have a happy marriage?
“Besides, I don’t know anything about this guy. Cheerful, with a bunch of party-goer friends,
He’s not poor, he doesn’t do anything wrong on weekdays. Unemployed or what?
— Jornas, dear, tell me about yourself.
“I’m Jornas Kronwood,” the guy began slowly and reluctantly. “I’m a student at Rigshospitalet, fourth year of medical university, I’m going there for an internship at the beginning of August because…
— Because what?
— Because I like this hospital, they promise me a place there.
— Wow. Great. That is, you don’t need to think about where you will work after graduation. Lucky. It took me a long time to break into the Guardian after University. I had to work quite a bit as a courier for yellow newspapers before I made my way to the post of reporter in the temple of the gods of journalism and broadcasting.
— You're lucky, you achieved everything yourself. — the young man muttered gloomily as they sat in the bathroom, touching each other’s naked bodies.
The warm, steamy atmosphere suddenly became uncomfortable.
— How did you achieve this?
— No way. — Yornas muttered, frowning.
— Hey, what does this mean? Why are you offended?
— No. Let's just close this topic. Let's talk about something else.
— Wait, I don’t want to close it. I'm interested in everything about you. What upsets you, I don’t understand?
— Nothing. If you don't stop this now, I'll leave!
— No, you can't leave like that! This is unfair. I didn't offend you in any way.
— I don’t want to sort things out. I'm just asking you to change the topic, what's unclear? This topic is unpleasant for me. Can you understand this? — Jornas casually pushed aside Glenda, who was lounging on him, and left the bath. Having dried himself with quick movements, he began to pull on his clothes.
— Where are you going? — she followed his example and got out of the bath. The wet girl, covered in foam, tried to hug and calm the zealous stallion. But for some reason he pulled back. It looks like something seriously bothered him. — Well, screw you! Do you think that you can just get offended about nothing, without even explaining anything, and then leave as if we were strangers?
— And we are strangers! — he said through gritted teeth and walked towards the exit.
— Well, go to hell and don’t even think about coming back!
While Jornas, eager to leave quickly, was fumbling with the lock, Glenda got ahead of him and quickly pulled back the latch and opened the door in front of him.
— Leave if you haven't changed your mind.
After a second of silence, he crossed the threshold and left.
Closing the bolt behind him, tears flowed from his eyes. The pain of disappointment struck her again with unimaginable force, making her shudder with a roar at the top of her voice.
Only four days have passed since breaking up with her ex-boyfriend, and she has already had a fight with her new one. Break up, or rather it would be said, because she doesn’t even know his number to return.
Suddenly the traffic jams came out again and the lights in the whole house went out.
“Well, great, that’s what I still needed. I certainly won’t get into the damn shield.”
Complaining about an unsuccessful evening and again returning to self-flagellation for unsuccessful relationships, for her unbridled tongue, for the fact that, in principle, no one loved her, Glenda wandered to the second floor and tried to sleep.
Thoughts made me toss and turn and did not allow me to close my eyes. Tears appeared and then stopped little by little, and the body ached from hunger and nausea at the same time. Only now did she remember that she had forgotten to have dinner. “So what, no piece will get into your throat anyway.”
The cool bed pleasantly cooled the body that had been hot from the swim, sleep gradually began to take its toll, and Glenda dozed off for a while.
Ting, ding.
The girl, exhausted by sleep and a cozy bed, opened her eyes.
Tzyyn.
She lifted her head from the pillow.
"Jornas is back!"
Ding, ding, ding, ding.
— I'm running!
Joyful, wrapping her robe around her, she rushed downstairs to quickly open the door to her beloved.
Going down the stairs through the windows curtained with transparent tulle, she did not see anyone on the porch. “Has he really left? I've been running for so long." But before she could begin to reproach herself, the doorbell rang again. She glanced at the porch again.
Right there on the stairs, goosebumps ran across her skin.
There's no one at the door.