I was happy. Lena and life had made amends to me.
I was also hungry, and presently we emerged from the mac, and we went in search of something to eat. In the kitchen we found bread and fish-paste, and were soon munching sandwiches happily together, sitting on the table.
"You didn't even wash your mouth out," I said. "No," she answered, "why should I? It was all you." I put my arm round her. Her friend Sandra came in.
"You know Sandra, don't you? She knows all about us."
"Who doesn't?"
"Now, you needn't worry, Sandra's awfully nice, she's my friend." "I wasn't at all worried."
"She understands how I feel, even if she is a virgin." "Do you?" I asked Sandra.
She only smiled, and said nothing at all. Her silence began to bore me, and I made my excuses and left them ferreting for more fo
