Mae stood in the hallway and poured into a saucer of milk which is kept for their animals. Kitten eagerly pounced on a treat, and she put in a cardboard box old scarf, which used to work in the garden. Only arranging young one in a warm burrow, May was able to draw attention to himself. On the jacket was splashed wet spot, skirt taut from adhering dirt. It was her best suit. Maybe the cleaners will be able to do something. But now, at this moment, she did not want it never to see. She unzipped her skirt, let her fall to the floor and leg pushed into a corner. And then Adam coughed, reminding her of his presence. It was as if every cell of her body trembling with feeling his proximity.