Then he translated for me the meaning of it. It turned out that the dance studio manager, from whom Elena rented the studio for the evening, forgot to...leave the key for her. So the studio was locked, and we had no way to get in. Elena took her cellphone and tried to call the studio manager frantically, but without any success. The studio manager was unavailable or, maybe, he was out of town for the weekend.Soon all spectators arrived. A small crowd of about 50 people waited near the door. ”So we spent an hour or so, after washing up, on the theory of sailing. She was very quick on the uptake and I saw the light of understanding in her eyes. Then, mugs of tea, sitting in the cockpit with the binoculars and a bird-book. Most of the time I was content with what I could see with my model zero eyeballs, but from time to time Clara would ask something and I’d take the glasses to look and be sure of what I thought. For the non-birders out there, I should explain that wading birds feed. ““Well,“ Matt smiled, “let’s get this fantasy started.“Justin nervously asked for a bottle of water and I went to retrieve one. When I came back to the living room he and Matt were already on the couch kissing. I couldn’t tell who the instigator was but their lips were locked and their tongues flicking in and out of each other’s mouths. I put the bottle of water on the coffee table and stood silently watching.Justin looked up at me expectantly. “Is this all right?”“Oh, yeah!” I laughed. “I like. "We definitely didn't get a message from himthough. Hang on, I'll check my voicemail..." Mum listens to the phone fora few minutes, before looking at me with a quizzical look on her face."We did get a message, but it's not from Phil, it's from your danceteacher, and she wants you to call her..." Umm, okay, probably to see if I'm okay," I say as mum hands me the phoneand I hit redial."Hello?" The familiar voice of Miss Fullerton comes down the phone."Miss Fullerton?" I ask, prompting a relieved.