XIII

.    "Why sit all alone?"

      He looked closely at her. She obviously was indifferent and he could figure that out. He knew that she had all her rights to be vexed with him. He knew that he did more than what could had pricked her rage. He knew that he had stepped off his boundaries. He was yet trying to figure out what he was thinking before he did that to her. He didn't want to revive the odd thoughts. He didn't want to prune the odd thoughts. He didn't want to make mountain of a molehill, though the mountain had been stanced. His worries were quite inflected by the stanced rage. Twas as stanced as a salient sequoia. He had no idea what was rippling through her consciousness. He had no idea what was ripping off her consciousness. He had no idea what had her buried in thoughts. He couldn't really be sure. But a part of him thought that what he had done to her availed all her worries. He actually didn't know what