Dmitri strapped Adrianna into the car. She couldn't stop giggling. All through the journey back to the cottage, she had been talking nonsense.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, and I will not go!
"I will not go, that's it! I will stay in my home," she thumped her foot.
Dmitri looked at her and asked, "Where will you not go Adrianna?"
Adrianna looked at him with her droopy eyes that were now slightly red. She said, "To my father's home."
"Why?"
"I don't like them. All of them hate me," she said gloomily and started crying like a baby.
Dmitri took out his handkerchief and gave it to her. He patted her head and said, "Don't go if you don't want to."
She looked at him again and said, "Dmitri, you fool! You don't know anything. My grandfather made me promise that I have to visit my father and stay there for two days."
"Well, then you should go Adrianna…" he said.
Her cries got louder. "I feel stifled there."
