“Anything else I can do for you today” I asked, she looked bemused and said “What do you mean” I replied “Are you married” “Widow actual...y” “Oh how long” “Six years and I nursed my husband for four years before he died” “Ok again is there anything else I can do for you” “Are you chatting me up” “Maybe” she blushed a little.“Do you know how old I am” “No” “I’m 72” “So age is just a number, shall I follow you back to yours” she thought for a minute and said “Ok”. As she drove off I followed and. I slept until 10AM. I did not want to leave without getting the results of my talk with Tony. His mom somehow forgot to call me, so I staying in the city until noon. I didn't want to go back to the school, so I just went sightseeing. I hadn't seen the capitol building, since I went on a school field trip in the fifth grade. The building had grown smaller over the years.I was sitting in a small fast food restaurant near the highway having coffee at noon. Since I hadn't heard, I called the. " and she started bawling.John held his arms open and she crawled up in his lap and cried.Note from author: Insert sobs, drippy nose sniffs and teary eyes at random."Why?" she cried between sobs."Why? Because everybody should be treated decently. Because all I have is your saying you're a bad girl. You haven't stolen from me ... you don't bring men over ... I haven't ever seen you drunk ... you don't even smoke. So ... you like the pleasure that comes with sex ... so do I." You've never even. ”I walked over to the desk and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then grabbed my book from my bag and sat on the chair.“That’s it? Just a quick peck?”“I didn’t want to distract you! Finish your homework, then you can have a better kiss!”“Argh! You are going to be difficult, aren’t you?”“Always! You won’t always get your way with me! I’m no pushover!”She sighed theatrically and went back to her homework. I sat in the comfortable chair and read. I was reading «Bilstaden», a Swedish translation.