"Do you remember?" Nelu asked, his voice barely a whisper. He pointed to the scratched wooden floorboards. "This is exactly where the long table stood."
"Everyone was so full of life then," Florin remarked, leaning against the doorframe. "My father was laughing at the head of the table, telling those same three jokes he always told. Your mother was fussing over the sarmale, making sure no one’s plate was ever empty." Nelu si Florin Peste - Parca Ieri Toti Ne-Am Strans
They were there to prepare for a memorial, but the silence of the room was filled with the echoes of a different time. In their minds, the walls bled back into the vibrant colors of a wedding feast from twenty years ago. They could almost hear the clinking of glasses filled with homemade plum brandy and the rhythmic thumping of feet dancing the hora . "Do you remember