Jane Sampson was utterly choked by James Black's statement, freezing for two seconds, scratching the back of her head, and then her cheeks.
Is this guy's temper getting worse?
"Two or three months will fly by, huh?" Jane Sampson counted on her fingers as she explained to James Black. "One month is thirty days, two months are sixty days, and three months are just ninety days. You see, I'm not saying I won't return for three months, I'm just arranging all my return times together. Look, normally we see each other every thirty days. For instance, if I come back in the middle, that makes it forty-five days. We'll see each other for two or three days every forty-five days, which, if you think about it, is even better than once every thirty days, isn't it?"
After finishing, Jane Sampson waited for James Black's response.
But this man, as if he hadn't heard her, acted as though deaf, ignoring her utterly.
