Naja…meines ist es nicht, aber ihr steht es.Wie gesagt griff ich mir mein Handy um sie anzurufen. Lisa ist die eher temperamentvolle von uns beiden....Zumindest dachte ich das immer. Aber ein wenig sollte es noch bis ich das herausfinde. Wie erwartet verlief das Telefonat kurz. Selbstverständlich war Lisa dabei. Erstens war die Trennung bei ihr schon etwas länger her und zweitens war sie kein Kind von Traurigkeit wenn es ums Feiern ging. Wir verabredeten uns um ca. 8 Uhr bei ihr Zuhause da unser. I opened the back door from the inside & every one was in, I turned on the lights set the fire, it started to pore heavily, our stuff was still in the gypse, I decided to get it, no one came with me and they did not want me to go out too, but I did. I took 2 bags & turned, & there, Sasha was standing just behind me, all wet and so was I. But there was a fire under these wet bodies. Well, I said, dont just stand there pick up somethings, everything was in, I mean the bags in the house. I liked. ‘Please.’ Lei almost yelled her plea to be heard over the incessant sounds of metal cutting into dry, hard, sinewy root. ‘Go away. I’m busy,’ yelled the crone, also to be heard over her work. ‘Just say one more thing, please, just one,’ pleaded Lei. The crone stopped chopping but kept her back to the young moth. ‘Children always want one more thing, just one, and then another, and then another after that. It never ends,’ she claimed, her voice more sour than ever. ‘Just one,’ insisted Lei. ‘I. I knew that if she asked me to dojust about anything, it would be hard to resist and I can't even tellyou why. I only know it was true. She handed me the package and toldme that she expected them by the end of the day. Not, "can youplease?", but assurance that her demands would be met. I hadn't metanyone quite like her, and I knew that she would figure in my dreamslater. Sadly, she left quickly and I opened the package to find shehad a roll of film to develop.Photo clerk is a dying art. The.