Twelve

“You’ve been asking a lot of questions about me. How about I ask the questions this time?” Lenna suggested after her short speech.

I twisted and looked back up toward the sky. “What do you want to know?” I was hoping that she wouldn’t ask anything too personal because I wasn’t prepared to lie after she bared her soul.

“What was your life like before moving here?”

I paused for a moment and straightened out my thoughts to adequately describe my previous life. “It was very systematic, to describe things plainly.”

“Why do you say that?” She probed with a hint of curiosity in her tone.

“Please don’t laugh when I tell you. Promise me.”

“I can’t promise that it will be funny enough for me to laugh. There are just some emotions I can’t control, you know,” she replied wittily.

“Right.” I grinned and shook my head in disbelief. “Well, I used to follow a schedule before. There was a time for everything in my life. Nothing was unplanned and uncalculated. Everything was very sys—”