If only the others laughed, I'd be angry, but our people don't stop either. Even the kindest of them, Rimel, have a hard time holding back. Only Jennifer is confused, trying to bend over to see how I am. When I raise my face, kiss the ground and take it in my hands, I say I'm glad I fall.
"Max, are you okay?"
I would fall fifty times a day to hear this question. What a voice, what sincerity. She gently gathered her long, draped skirt under her metal upper armor and bent over my head. If this is going to be eight hours of torment, I can be stuck at this moment forever.
"No, dear nothing. I just tripped!"
We stand up with our arms crossed, how close our faces are. Our lips are two inches apart. If I stretch my lips a little forward, I'll place the kiss. Why am I standing?
"Leader, come and sit here!"
