Teaching Carol Ch 6
Sure enough, one night there was a knock on my door and there she was. She was wearing floral-patterned shorts and a white t-shirt and she looked timidly at me when I opened the door. "Hello, Jonathan." I said nothing; just looked at her inquiringly. After an awkward moment or two had gone by, she looked down, then up at me again and said, "I want to see you again." I nodded slightly. "And...?" She answered by opening and rummaging through her purse until she found her...