“What do you think is inside that tiny case?”, she asked impatiently. He heard her ask the same question over and over again since he found the box. And as they sat at the shore eating their lunch from the flamed leaves of the banana tree, he could not help but ask himself the very same question as her. But he kept his patience unlike her and decided to leave the red box lying on the sandy soil untouched until they were done eating. Helen knew about this plan of him but she just could not seem to wait until his intended time of opening it. Yet she knew that she had no right to decide anything about it, for it was his father who entrusted the thing to him. Whatever it had inside. So she finished her food in a somewhat shorter time than it usually took her, wiped her m

