Karol Krosny looked on with amusement at his wife bustling around the kitchen. Basia clearly had no idea what to do with herself. She acted like a young mother whose child was lost in a crowd.
Well, maybe that was a slight exaggeration, Basia wasn't running around in a panic and asking random people if they had seen her little baby, but her eyes were almost as anxious.
"Come on," he admonished her, as he began to feel sorry for her. "Now we know where he disappears to at nights. He has fallen in love, it's obvious that he wants to spend every moment with his beloved."
"Yes, I know, I understand, but... I have this strange feeling."
"Then call him."
"Are you kidding?" she tensed like a string. "He'll hate me if I interrupt him... whatever they're doing now..." She lowered her shoulders helplessly.
Women are hopeless, Karol thought.
"So I'll call him..."
