PART THREE, TWENTY
At the party Tessa. Where is Tessa? How is she? In my busi-ness I had totally ignored the French lady. So the first thing I did on reaching home was to dial Tessa’s number. “Hi.” “Hi Rudi, how are you?” Normally she was the one who called up and called me over, but now I found it was my duty to find out about her. I’m quite okay,” I said. “What about you?” “Well, I’m quite fine too. Actually feeling a bit better.” Then she paused before continuing. “I am attending a party at the Water Club today evening.” Pause again. “Will you come?” This was the first time she was asking me, while earlier it was a tone of giving me the duty of accompanying her. “Of course I will Tessa,” A meaningful tone of warmth and compassion accompanied the words. * Strings of little lights vertic
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