The Last Girl (2015)

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Genres: Fiction
The whole night I had tossed and turned, unable to sleep. When finally, just before dawn, I managed to drop off, I dreamt a series of very vivid dreams. The first was of Jolanta. We were sitting at a table in the restaurant opposite the Filharmonija. She was angry. ‘How could you have lost it?’ she said. Over and again she said this. I insisted, ‘I have not lost it, Jonas has it.’ But my words made little difference. After this I dreamt of Rachael. She did not speak but there was no anger in her eyes. She looked at me and I wanted to turn from her but I could not. Her eyes cut deep. By the time Jonas pushed open the door and limped into the bar I was tired and angry.     He nodded, seeing me, and limped over to the bar. He ordered himself a drink and came over with it. Sliding into the seat opposite me, he winked. His breath reeked of vodka; he had obviously been drinking already.     ‘Well?’ I said, seeing that he carried no bag.     He raised his glass.
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