The modus operandi was something like this. Jona would admire his girl after she slept with her slightly parted lips and her body tugging at a full-body-length hug pillow. Sometimes the admiration turned into creepy stares for hours, and Jona would slap himself. But did he stop doing it? No. He would drop her at college, albeit not often. Axel always got off before the university gate and Jona was cognizant of the fact that she mightn't have told anyone about her marriage. None of Axel's friends graced them with their presence at their wedding, and Axel never talked about anyone either, as if she had no friends, but Jona could understand why. After all, who would get married at twenty?
Things were now smooth in business except for the occasional hitches which Jona was aware of the reason
