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I slept more than usual. My mother did not wake me up, she still surrounded me with parental care, as if I was not forty years old, but four years old. As soon as I left the room and appeared in the kitchen, she immediately began to set the table. The breakfast was so varied and hearty, it could even be called a gala dinner. – Mom, why such abundance?

– You tell me who she is.

– Who are you talking about?

– About your wolf.

– That is what a broken phone means. There is no wolf.

– Don’t tell me if you do not want to. Eat, eat. The mother went into the room. I realized that she was offended.

– That is what it means to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations. I thought, finishing a pancake with sour cream. After a delicious breakfast, I left quickly, without listening to lectures, and without letting me pack food with me.

– What happened?

– I will come back later. I have things to do. My father waved his hand. The mother was standing with her arms crossed on her chest.

– I wish I had pancakes. She squeezed out through her tears.