The notes on the refrigerator door, told her that the kids expected to be back for supper, and, that they, all three, had something they wanted to tal... to her about. She took her toast and second cup of coffee to the den, absorbing the house, as she went. She was pleased, at the obvious effort, the kids had made, to clean it up, for her return. When she had returned her cup and empty toast plate to the kitchen, she went back upstairs, to strip her bed, and those of the children. As she threw. We even started chatting about personal stuff. He told me about how he had hooked up with a classmate and I told him about a hookup I had with a senior guy. We used to have a lot of fun chatting and gossiping.One fine day, after the festival was over. We both were in the canteen, having our lunch. We were discussing college subjects when I asked him if he could get my order from the counter. He replied, “Sure, whatever my madam says.”I looked at him and he just winked and left. I was surprised. Danny is just laughing. “Morning!” Petra trills, trying her very best to be upbeat and cheerful but not coming even close to pulling it off. Her voice cracks and she appears massively embarrassed, anxious, and unhappy. “Sweetie, can you bring me a coke?” I call out. “I’m fucking parched.” Petra’s face twitches but she kinda has to do it. Churlish to refuse, she is standing right by the fridge. She comes over with this can of coke and hands it to me. I reach across Danny to take it, then settle. "I think hunger is affecting your eye sight, but thank you for the compliment. Hermits don't get many compliments."They talked about many things while they ate; however, later on Henry could not recall what they had talked about. He was too fascinated by the music of Etna's voice and her graceful movements, for the conversation to greatly register upon his mind.Two hours later, the meal long over, Etna showed Henry to the door. "That was just a perfect picnic. It is I that have to thank you for.