Chapter 52

　　“That is exactly what I am doing.”

　　“Do you want to have a bottle of wine? Of course, we’ll have different brands. I don’t like the taste of your favorite,” he changed to the topic.

　　She laughed and declined. “Today is my friend’s day. You know, I only spend my time with cigarettes during this day of this month every year. Go ahead, get yourself a glass of your wine and join me here.”

　　She smiled apologetically and looked away as she expected him to leave.

　　“I already have here.” He showed to the bottles and two wineglasses.

　　“Prepared as always, but I am really sorry—”

　　“That’s fine, at least I have a company to tell me stories.” He cut her off and smiled.

　　“Silly, compared to you, I don’t have much in my diary.”

　　“So do I. Mine just surpassed yours with few pages. That makes no huge difference.”

　　“Imagine, I am a woman of lots of words and yet, if I would write my story, it won’t be as lengthy as how many words I have already spoken.”