Miss Carson stood by explaining how the table cloth needed to be spread just so, completely wrinkle free and hanging down equally on either side. Then...the mats and cutlery had to be positioned exactly, not forgetting of course a mat for the tea pot, hot water jug, milk and sugar. All that was relatively normal, I suppose, if irritatingly exact in how Miss Carson wanted it done. The blank stare bestowed on us by the mannequins as we worked made the whole scene feel very peculiar, though.The. Itwas situated near the town centre and at this particular part of themorning the streets were swarming with blue school jumpers.Charlie and Sean walked up the entrance steps and walked through themain corridor. The school had four levels and was painted brightly alongwith decorative trophy cases and class photos hanging on the walls. Themain corridor was wide, spacious and was scattered with many students.An array of lockers stood against the walls on each side of the hallwaywith a drinking. “You sure you want to know?” “Well yeah, I mean, after last night. I want to know everything about you. I also want to learn everything I can about the world around, because it seems I don't know anything at all.” Was his slightly excited answer. She lifted herself from his arms, and sat next to him. He also repositioned, so they were half sitting. Through his mind went two thoughts. How gorgeous she is in the morning sun, as it glowed through the window, bathing her in its glow, and that this. We walked together and chatted along the way to his apartment building, which was a retirement residence. Letting me into his place, we took off our coats and shoes and he began to get the coffee ready. Our conversation was flowing along, both enjoying what the other had to say. He told me stories about his experience in the Korean War, what he did after as an engineer and into retirement. He was serious and straight forward, a strict man I could tell. I told him that I was in university.