I call it Mutt's liver pate. I took a little bit from here and there and mixed it all together like a real mutt," He laughed at his own joke. The conv...rsation remained light and easy with Ethan being the perfect host. The sultry day became oppressive as the sun hung heavily in the hazy sky and the small group became uncomfortable."Why don't we head inside for the first course," Kira suggested feeling the sweat trickle down the small of her back. "I'm sure we will all feel more comfortable.". We chose a language school near our place of residence. Ania was supposed to be on a beginner's course, and I was on an intermediate course. I felt some concerns, because I was learning English over 7 years ago, I did not feel up to such a high level. The more so because the school had a good reputation, the advanced courses were conducted by teachers who did not speak Polish. It stressed me a little. We were supposed to go to the course together, but the classes were supposed to be in. Her greatest satisfaction came from spontaneity. Technical details and the need for strict adherence to form just bored her. She preferred Baroque and Classical to Romantic and thought most modern "art" music was not worth the effort. She liked a lot of popular music, especially Country and Western. She disliked Rap. I agreed with most of her ideas about music, but I wasn't so sure about her dislike for perfection in the details or her taste for Country and Western.As we talked, I realized how. The 18 year-old, five-foot-nine, slightly thick guy of Puerto Rican heritage was eager to get home. He rode the subway to his stop and exited the station. He hurried along the street to the cramped, walk-up apartment in Bushwick that he shared with his parents, sister, and two nephews. He opened the door and tossed his backpack by the front door. Evan needed to tinkle. He ran into the one bathroom and relieved himself sitting on the toilet. He laughed to himself as he thought of the last time.