My mind raced back to all the times we’d been together with Irena. Surely, Irena had to know, and if so, then this had to have been a conspiracy. A...ter a while I returned to the hut. Bela was no longer on the bed. She was sitting at the window with her phone on the table in front of her. I sat opposite her and stared at her face. A small part of my mind tried to see her as a man, but all I could see was her eyes.”I’m sorry” I said. She smiled, but sadly.”Its okay. I should have made sure you. Anwar, one of the owners of the company that I worked for, died suddenly of a heart attack. The whole company attended his funeral because he was a very nice man, liked by everyone. I saw Salma, the grieving widow and offered her my sincere condolences.Mr. Anwar had married late and his wife was almost 15 years younger to him, she was about my age.After a month or so after Anwar’s funeral, I met Salma, Anwar’s young wife when she called me to her house to go through personal items in his desk,. She simply followed me lithely and silently. I led her to the small table in the break room and kinda directed her to sit there while I got her some coffee.She had to spoil it by talking.“YOU NEVER ANSWERED THE QUESTION.”I lied again …. But this time Debbie called me on it. She said that she knew no one liked her and barely tolerated her because of her position. I just listened to her ramble on believing that she was self analyzing and I was just a warm body she needed. Then she repeated. You promised me an ice cream with sprinkles on it. I want my ice cream.”Half of the people started rubbing their foreheads in an attempt to keep from getting a headache. The other kids started making noises about wanting their ice creams. The volume of noise in the ice cream parlor tripled.Dexter shouted, “I’m not paying for something that I didn’t order.”“You ordered an ice cream sundae!” the kid behind the counter shouted.“That’s right. I’m not paying for anything less than an ice cream.