This impression lasted a while, however, because in the hustle and bustle of the airport, in the company of the cheerful and cordial Ursula, he had no time to think.
The woman embraced one man under one arm, the other under the other, and ruefully began to lead them behind the driver, who was leaving with the luggage.
"I have a lot to tell you," she said, "but first you guys have to tell me what's up with you? Admit it David, Gustav is trouble itself."
"No, not at all," the black-haired boy assured warmly.
"And you want to seemingly tell me that he has already started to manage on his own at home?"
"Of course. He has completely changed his unhealthy habits. Sometimes he even prepares my breakfast..."
Oh, he though he got a bit caught up in his story. Ursula might think that David is already staying at Gustav's permanently.
"...Then when I have to come to work in the morning."
