Mărgărit for one had been just about to leave, he had to get back home to wash his ma, but they’d spun out their gabbing, wandering the streets and going from bar to bar. Raphael knew the score ; he’d long been familiar with Mărgărit’s problems. His ma, well, in any case she’d be completely soiled by lunchtime, which is when he usually got back home...

• Mirii nemuririi / The Bride and Groom of Immortality

• Radu Aldulescu