He finally put his feet into the basin, and she sat down in front of him with a satisfied smile. He avoided her gaze and quickly pulled out his notepad. The nun noticed his discomfort and started speaking before he could ask anything.
“I think it was last Friday that I first started missing her. Period,” she said.
He stopped writing, his gaze still fixed on the notepad.
“I remember that because that night, comma, she didn’t come to watch "Jeopardy!", comma, as usual. Period.”
He looked up, speechless.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked. “Am I going too fast for you? I can slow down if you need me to.”
“Maybe a bit,” he said, glancing down at the basin. The liquid was no longer amber. It had turned blackish.
“Is that normal?” he asked, worried.
“Errr... sure...” she said. “I wouldn’t think too much of it. Sometimes, after a bad night’s sleep, everything seems darker than it really is.”
“I really don’t think that’s normal,” he said, still staring at the basin. “Are you sure I shouldn’t do anything about it?”
“Only if it gets really bad,” she said. “You have to deal with these things before they get out of hand.”
“Wait. Are they talking about the same thing?” the voice asked.
“What do you think?” Samuel asked.
“No idea. You lost me at Jeopardy!.”
“Then read it again. I can’t stop to explain it to you right now.”
"Should I be concerned? Sounds like a military operation.”
