Anna filled out the date and a long string of zeros on the personal checkbook with a pen, not lifting her head.
"Bringing your current girlfriend to a proposal, isn't it unbearably open?"
She switched to speaking in French.
"It's just for fun, Cousin... Anna, who isn't like this? Around us, a puritanical rich young man is like a zero-calorie chocolate butter cake or a peace-loving extremist, a completely invalid proposition."
Ole looked nonchalantly at his girlfriend of who knows what number this year.
"Unless he's GAY, otherwise, who do you know that's so pure not to have two lady lovers? I'm just always truthful, not hiding myself in front of you."
"You have always called me 'Cousin' since we were little, Cousin Ole."
Anna smiled indifferently.
"What does that matter? We are only two months apart in age, and we've grown up closely together. Our direct blood relation isn't closer than that between Princess Diana and Prince Charles..."
Ole grew more excited as he spoke.
