The following day we went shopping. He started again whirling his beret on and off his head.
I didn't dare to pay attention to this and behaved as if he was not there.
While we were shopping, he kept walking behind like my shadow, hands in his pockets, not event offering to help although i was loaded like a donkey.
When i was taking my keys out to open the gate, he finally offered to give me a hand.
No than you so much, i can manage
I didn't like him at all
On sunday i cooked a good lunch: a coq au vin, in which i unfortunately poured the whole content of a pepper plant.
I swear i did not do it on purpose, it really was an accident.
The poor shap ate without turning a hair and even made compliments. I think that was his punishment for the big torture i had surrered the day before.
After diner, Wolker tried to play piano; although he was a very good pianist, i was not interested, i didn't like him, i did not like his behaviour and i did not give him any opportunity to show me his still un veiled qualities. I didn't want to listen to Mozart oe Beethoven.
He tried to convince me but i politely and firmly reminded him that we were in a peaceful, quite area and i didn't want trouble with my neighbours
On monday morning at 10, i went to see him off at the station and finish? another turning point in my quest for a husband.
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