As I had come to Greg's room, I looked at what he is doing, and while I was doing it, I said, "What your mother wanted."
"Oh, sewing machine," he said while turning to me, and when I nodded while hearing him, he added, "how are they."
"Sleeping peacefully, which I hope will take them a long time," I said, and while walking inside, I looked around, and then I sit on the bed. When I had done this, I looked at him, as he was observing me, and I said, "tell me, how are you."
"Not your business," he said, and when I looked at him, we were looking at each other for some time. When this all was happening, for some time and this silence was killing me, I said to change the topic, "Oh, I wanted your previous look."
"I needed time to change," he said, and when he moved his hand around his beard, I laughed at his reaction. When I had done this, I looked at him carefully, and then I said, "You looking like a professor."
"Oh, come on, I'm not that old," he said.
