other one who were the students at the wedding ceremony. I was with them when Nabule threw me out, it made me so ashamed and now I’m going to meet them again. But this black-and-gold scarf of mine does not seem right to him. Apparently I look like an undertaker in it, and he wants me to find something in light colours. Mrs Kralec, you have a silk one…’ But before she could finish the caretaker had already put down her sewing and was dashing to the wardrobe. ‘Heavens above,’ she exclaimed, ‘there are things would make the heavenly powers turn in their graves if they had them. Your Nabule threw you out of her wedding reception and then Wezr comes out of jail and invites you to celebrate. But it always seemed to me…’ the caretaker went on as she pulled a scarf of some kind out of the wardrobe, ‘it always seemed to me that Wezr was a better person than she, I didn’t want to say too much about it to you but now I’m going to. If it was the other way round and your Nabule was coming back from jail, she’d never dream of inviting you, not a bitch like her. Look, here it is, take it,’ said the caretaker as she gave Mrs Mooshaber a pretty white scarf. ‘Listen here, Mrs Mooshaber,’ the caretaker went on speaking rapidly while she fastened her dressing-gown around her, ‘where exactly is it you’re going? Rit-something, Riz-something? Heavens above,’ she suddenly cried out, ‘you don’t mean the Ritz, do you?’ ‘That’s it, the Ritz,’ agreed Mrs Mooshaber with a nod, ‘Yes, the Ritz, that’s what he called the place. What exactly is this “Ritz”? A student dive of some kind?’ ‘Student dive!’ The caretaker was in such stitches that it was a wonder she could stay upright, ‘it’s a hotel. To be 98
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