They stood outside the store and talked for a while until before he said. "Hey, so, I guess I'll see you later then,"
"Aren't you going to invite me in again?" she asked as Dhruv stared in shock at her. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to come inside his house or not. His living room could have competed with dumping land, the week's issues of newspaper, glasses, and mugs could be anywhere, furniture moved around. Combs, brushes, dirty dishes from evening snacks, milk encrusted cereal bowls, on the couch, half-open backpacks disgorged receipt and other documents. At times he felt his household was a madly spinning star, but the chaos had never bothered him very much as he never stayed at home for a long time.
"Then wait out here for about two hours or more, and then you can come in," Dhruv
