Irina tugged at the corner of my shirt. I turned to see her, twirling her fingers pitifully. Through her large glasses, I could see the piety in her eyes, making me laugh and feel pity. Only now did I realize that this pitiful expression was as normal to her as eating.
Then she grabbed my arm and begged coquettishly, "Take me with you, please!"
I looked at her again: Hmm! She's so unfashionable! Her life must lack the joys of ordinary people! Oh! I'll just take her out for some fun! I promised, "If you can promise not to wet the bed tonight, I'll take you!"
Irina leaped for joy at my approval. Seeing her so happy proved my suspicions were correct. God, I've done another good deed!
However, Irina seemed unaware of our rules. She asked Kate, "What gift would you like?"
It seemed Kate ha
