Vladimir Nabokov. Una cuestión de suerte
"What's the matter, my dear? Aren't you having dinner?"
Princess Ukhtomski had a ham sandwich in her hand.
"No, I don't feel like it any more. Excuse me, I'm going to take a nap."
The old woman raised her thin brows in surprise, then resumed munching.
As for Elena, she leaned her head back and pretended to sleep. Soon she did doze off. Her pale, tir