Half an hour passed. A boy was perfect. Big smile, dark eyes. So charming… Who could pass? The ‘emergency’ call was not needed. Not this time. Yet, the phone rang. Right on time.
‘How does she do that?’ I could not stop, but wonder. ‘Precision up to a second, each time.’
Like a teenager, she opened a door. Jumping around. Screaming question after question. Tell me Everything! I was earlier than expected. The man sneezed on me. Twice! That’s all.
‘You are too picky,’ my friend says. ‘You might as well, just get twelve cats now.’
‘A Crazy Lady of Twelve Cats’ shall be Egle’s middle name. From now on, I am in hunt for cats. I have one. It is not very interesting at all. Snow-Flake is what we call it. A dog too. Ricky. He is crazy. He is cool.
‘One cat… check,’
‘Eleven to go!’