Mandy stepped out into the balcony of her living quarters. At night, the air here is fresh, calming the nerves. That's why it has become her habit to come here with a cup of warm milk and enjoy. It has also become her habit to chat with President Bill as the latter has the same habit with her, enjoying the fresh air in the balcony adjacent to his bedroom. Every night, both of them go to the balcony and talk about almost everything under the sun as if it has become an appointment to them before sleeping. Yes, they have done it a lot of times already, and she is beginning to enjoy it. She likes it as if it has become part of her routine. Missing it would make her day incomplete.
"The air is fresh tonight," President Bill said without looking at her. He already heard her footsteps s
