The office table was a bit cluttered and I couldn't help my self; I was bothered. I am not a clean freak but my mother is, and growing under her imperial highness of cleanness and perfection you cannot escape turning out like her.
Cleaning and rearranging things here and there, he was watching through smoky eyes. I pick the used glasses and headed to the Kitchen.
Coming back he had positioned himself on my office chair and he was going through my desktop. I don't remember taking down the pictures or closing the table. I was struck.
"pictures of us." He says casually. He was fishing. What did he think of them. Did his imagination go wild or is he okay . He seem to be gauging me waiting for an answer but none came in mind.
He would want an explanation and some more unnecessary information and that will lead us to David and I do not wish to discuss such matters with him.
