That's the minus of my inattentive attitude to gossip. Previously, returning from work, my grandmother every evening dumped on me a pile of rumors that clients told her. But I listened with half an ear, not interested in the world of the rich families of our city, their successful or failed marriages, quarrels and betrayals. Usually I thought about my own, trying only to nod in time in pauses. And now, it turns out, she could earlier remember Pavlini, very famous in narrow circles.

- It turns out that his services were not used often? Diego asked.

- And who knows, - answered the grandmother, straightening the edge of the...