I was trapped between positive and negative thoughts and fears regarding Katrina. One huge doubt kept intruding into my emotions: If I really loved he..., how could I let her get away? Countering that negative worry was one positive hope: If our as-yet- undeclared love really was as strong as I believed, surely after she and I had completed our separate tasks, we would reunite. Essentially it was a conflict between ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ and ‘out of sight, out of mind.’ Even though. ’ ‘What did you two talk about?’ ‘Nothing really. I mean… Luke politely apologized and so did I,’ I say with an innocent shrug, my plastic fork cutting into my pancakes. ‘Why did you have to apologize? He was the one that called you a whore.’ I shake my head and I pull the piece of pancake off my fork with my tongue, contemplating what to say. ‘She simply apologized for running out on us and leaving us full of worry,’ Luke mumbles, looking up from the floor as I nod in agreement, swallowing. I. Shall I get you coffee?”I already retied the laces and stood up.“I am going now, do you want to come?” I asked her. She was incredulous.” What is the flaming hurry? Rajanna is alright, recuperating at home.You can refresh, have coffee, snacks, more over it is over 20 km to their place”Before I could say any thing, Lata’s Grandmother interjected. ” Better start without delay.You give him coffee, then your fingers will brush,your pallu drops,his eyes will be glued to your cleavage, his cock. He might be cold, she reasoned, even though the fever was almost gone and he had stopped shaking like he had malaria. His black hair tangled around his face, touched his shoulders. She should brush it for him. He smelled of soap and tea leaves, anise mixed with sweat. A manly smell.Around her finger she twisted a long black ringlet, one of the two that trailed from underneath her crimson headscarf. A habit when she was near him. Delicately, she stroked a lock of hair from his forehead, as she.