she's just not been normal since she stopped smoking. She's either stuffing her face non-stop with whatever she can get her hands on or she turns the whole house on its head, or both at the same time. And all that just to stop her thinking about her cigarette. Yesterday there was nothing in the fridge. Nothing. She'd even licked out the jar of mayonnaise with its crusty brim. And today I almost slipped because she'd polished the floor so much you could have gone ice skating on it. If things go on like this I'm going to move out. Have you got a spare room in your castle? Eli »Tudi z Justinovim očetom je bilo tako.« Naslednji dan Fridi med odmorom pripovedujem o Justinu. »Pri njem je trajalo tri mesece. In potem je spet začel kaditi.« Pošiljala sva si maile, sem in tja, in sploh nisem opazila, kako je mineval čas. Naenkrat se je stemnilo in v želodcu sem začutila veliko praznino. Zdaj že kar veliko vem o njem. Na primer, da bi rad postal raziskovalec. In v pragozdu odkrival in raziskoval neodkrite rastline in živali. And if I find particularly beautiful orchid then I'll call her Eli. In da imava isto najljubšo skladbo, in sicer Sometin' Stupid Robbieja Williamsa in Nicole Kidman. Frida z užitkom zagrize v vsaj desetnadstropni sendvič. S salamo, z jagodno marmelado, s solato iz slanikov.