Canoodling, we dared not leave our bed until late in the afternoon when the knocks on my bedroom door had intensified as much as Mary’s impatience. No longer desiring to keep her waiting, Kai got dressed up first and then made his way to answer the infuriated lady, who had been waiting on us since the morning.
As soon as the door opened, I rushed into the bathroom to avoid a confrontation with a hopping Mary, which could only save me from her as long as the bath lasted. Once I was outside, wrapped in just my towel, I found Mary standing near my desk, observing the scribbles I’d made on the piece of paper that I had discovered lying there.
“I was ineffective in waking up on time again, wasn’t I?” I asked, sweating nervously.
“It is not about you,” said Mary, turning to my side. “But,
