I met a girl at a party and we woke up together. She fled in the morning because she was late, but I had a leisurely breakfast and had a bath. Then I noticed her earrings on the table. They were antique and substantial. She added that these were her great-grandmother’s.

I placed them in my pocket and went to her house to return them. A gorgeous lady in a robe who resembled her mother opened the door. “Please give these to Julia,” I said. She flinched, hesitantly accepted the earrings, and stared at me strangely.

— She left them at my apartment yesterday. — What about yesterday? — Yes. Pause. — But Julia died six years ago! I stood paralyzed, unsure what to say. But at that time, Julia dashed out of somewhere, crying angrily, “Mum!” Stop making fun of him. The mother laughed and offered me to coffee. This is how I met my future mother-in-law.