I met a girl at a party, so lucky that they woke up together. She ran out in the morning, being late somewhere, and I hastily ate breakfast and took a bath, remembering the night and looking at my scratched back in the mirror. I see her earrings on the table. Old and heavy. Grandmother, she said again. I put it in my pocket and went back.

The door was opened by a cute lady in a robe, on the face - my mom, I stretched her earrings and said:

Please send it to me, Julia.

She trembled, insecurely took her earrings in her hands, questioningly looked at her.

I forgot her accidentally yesterday.

And yesterday? ? to ? to

Well yes.

and pause.

The young man! Julia died six years ago.

I stuck with a pillar, painfully contemplating, but at that moment Julia ran away from somewhere, shouting indignantly:

and Mom! Stop being so dumb!

My mother jumped and invited me to drink coffee.

So I met my aunt.