Yllana followed me soon.
"My mother has told me about the invitation for a luncheon in the Novak house on Saturday," she whispered, as we had many people sitting around us, staring with curiosity.
"That's great," I said. "Mrs. Novak hasn't told me yet, but I guess she'll tell me today."
"You don't call her mother anymore?" Yllana asked.
"Only to her face," I said. "I just can't call her mother when I talk about her. It's hard enough when I talk with her. I started doing it to annoy her, and now it's annoying me."
"That's what happens when you dig a hole," Yllana said. "You fall into it."
"You could express more sympathy," I complained.
"I told you from the beginning it wouldn't work," Yllana said.
"And I'm seeing why you said that," I said. Then I thought I should contrast what I h
