One of his hands slid near the sleeping children, and only then did I realize that once again I was going way too far with my indiscretion, like when we discussed his wife. Why were we talking about this? No idea. The worked-up me just kept pushing—the old Han, the one who wasn’t afraid to ask absolutely anything and was fond of gossip. Well, an entertainment column generally feeds on gossip.
Ibuprofen is not my friend, definitely.
“…All right, I don’t know, but you had everything you could want, Alexander. You could have given all that to Andre and Sasha. If you ask me, what you did eight years ago was a whim.” I noticed he was looking at me with a certain severity, and I raised my good hand defensively. “Hey, running away from home to marry the girlfriend Daddy doesn’t approve of? You
